Saying GoodbyePosted: February 10, 2016
This is just an update for anyone who’s playing along at home.
Last week was tough.
Monday morning he had a seizure. She took him to the vet’s and they were unable to do anything for him. He died a little before 9am.
Waco came home, empty collar and his toy in hand, and cried. We knew this day was coming, and that it might come soon, but her pain was intense. She called and asked me to come down that afternoon.
She had a doctor’s appointment of her own in the afternoon, so when I arrived the house was empty. I walked in to the living room and found Benz’ collar and his booboo laid out neatly on the ottoman. That’s when I cried.
Monday evening was difficult, as expected. Tuesday was as well. She didn’t want to come home to the reminders in every corner, so we went out. We came home and continued our drinking. We talked. Cried a bit.
Over the weekend we stayed busy. Caught up on some chores. Waco did some crafting. Went to a Superbowl party. I came home Tuesday morning.
Last night was Waco’s first night coming home to an empty house. No sound of Benz’ collar jingling, no greeting her at the door. She likes to process alone so I didn’t talk to her about it. I’m sure she cried, but I’m sure she did fine.