Sadly, I did not get around to taking my 23 week picture this week. I will back-date this to last week's supposed entry:
At about 3:30 a.m. on Wednesday morning, I had to rush our beloved Niche (our 9 year-old Chihuahua) to the emergency vet, because he was having trouble breathing.
I can't even begin to recount that awful day, so I won't even try today. In the most unexpected, saddest of events, we had to put him to sleep. The loss I feel right now is immeasurable. Trying to deal with grief while still eating/resting enough for me and my baby has been so tough. Not a day or second has gone by that I have not thought about him, and I don't know when that will go away - and honestly, I hope it never does.
Needless to say, things will never be the same without him, and we will try to focus on the many beautiful blessings we have rather than see his death as anything but God's will.
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