This past week has been the hardest week mentally I've ever had to deal with.
My beautiful baby boy Boots passed away peacefully on the 9th of July.
He was a wonderful dog and he gave me some of the happiest memories I've ever experienced.
He was someone that I loved with all my heart and I'll always cherish the time we had together.
He was smart, loyal and cuddly in moments when I needed his affection.
He was my dog and he truely had some of my personality in him from tugging on my sleeve to digging multiple holes in the backyard when we left him home alone.
The quick decline in his health was a huge shock. It was hard to accept. I still can't really believe he's gone.
I also know I need to be positive. I know his spirit will guide me and be a force for good. It's the circle of life.
This experience is sadly part of being a dog owner. You'll likely be there on their first day (when you pick them up from the breeder) and their last.
As horrific as it seems to be at the vet to say goodbye it was also in a way peaceful knowing he was no longer in pain and was going to a better place.
I love you so much Boots. See you some day soon and I'll let you pull on my sleeve again.