Death Sucks

Growing up we had different pets from time to time, but we always seemed to get rid of them before they died. This is the first pet that I have ever had die. I can’t believe how hard it is. Part of what makes it so hard is that he wasn’t sick at all, and he was so young. He was only eight. We had him to the vet this spring and they said he was totally healthy except for some tartar on his teeth. He was totally himself on Saturday, a little sick on Sunday, and then dead by Monday. I guess that’s the best way to go.

I have lost a few family members, and while those sucked, it wasn’t nearly as hard as this. When my Grandma and Grandpa died, I was bummed for a couple of days, but then you would go home and things would be back to normal. It’s so hard without Denver around here. I can’t do anything with thinking of him. It’s hard to eat without him begging for food. It’s hard to leave the house without him sitting at the stairs and watching you leave. It’s hard to come home and not see him running toward the door, but the hardest thing to do is feed our other cat and dog and not put any food in Denver’s dish. It brings me to tears every time I have to feed our other animals.

I know I will get over it soon, but it’s really tough now.

I miss you so much Denver boy!!!

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