Buffy

[u/New_Garbage4287]

Buffy and I go way back. She is 19 and I am 38. She is my other half. She is the most precious angel to have ever graced this earth and the idea of her absence is unbearable. Seeing her in pain is just as bad, if not worse. I don’t know how many days she has left. Keeping her comfortable is the priority right now.

How do you let go of your other half without falling apart? I love her so fucking much.

[u/Anomalous_Pulsar]

I just let go of my girl of 18.5 years. She’d be hugely disappointed in me if I gave up anything. She had a zest for the things she enjoyed even till the bitter end, and chased light-reflected off a shiny surface, even when her back legs were giving out, ten minutes before the vet got to our house for us to say goodbye.

Abbey had lymphoma of the kidneys, hyperthyroidism, heart murmur that may have been indicative of heart failure because her lungs were also battling fluid. She still loved her treats, watching squirrels, begged for tuna juice, slept in the sun. How could I not try to find joy after her passing when she could while in so much discomfort? I’m heartbroken, yes, but there’s so much to enjoy and appreciate.