I don't know how to feel about this. I didn't want to say anything because I REALLY didn't want to jinx anything.
On the day I was suppose to take Boo to be put down she got better. I can't really explain how but she was eating, drinking, and playing a little. I don't know why life did this but on Oct 5th she passed away at 5am. Just like that.... I don't know if I want to hate life for giving me high hopes she was pulling through or be thankful it gave me more time with her. Honestly it's leaning towards feeling like it was such a dick move.
I want to share these pictures of her. From year 1 to 17.
I picked up her ashes not too long ago. It was kind they provided an urn.
Still deciding if I should bury her back in Florida where she was born or take her with me to Portland next year.
The emotional rollercoaster chugging away through weeks worth of ups and downs has left me detached.
Also it's time to get things done. Especially the commissions I've been sitting on.