It’s been a bad couple of weeks. Work has been a little insane with travel out the ear and deadlines I should never have accepted. But that’s what they pay me for… I try to avoid complaining about having a job.
But on top of everything else, Cyrus the wonder dog, our four-year-old black lab was sick. Nothing seemed to help, and finally on Friday, Kat took him to a specialist. Lymphatic cancer, already seriously progressed… we had a decision to make, and the right one, as usual, was the hardest.
I couldn’t be there for Cyrus or for Kat at the time. I know it was hard, even though it was the right thing to do.
Our house is emptier now. The familiar presence gone. There is another dog-shaped hole in our lives.
RIP buddy.
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aw, man, sorry…I know what it’s like to lose a young dog. My Lewey had just turned four when he died last year.