![]() | His name is KitFox, but we've always called him Kitty. He's a Mini Foxie but we've always called him a little horsey because of how he used to gallop around. He's 16 years old. We always talked about his 18th, but he won't get there. He'll leave our lives in 3 days. On Sunday we say our last goodbye. We got him as a couple, my husband and I, just one year after we started dating. We didn't even live together at the time. He has seen every major event in my life since I was 20 years old. He is gentle and cuddly. When he was younger he could zoom like no one else. And bounce! We said he had springs for legs. He loves fetch and he loves the water. He tolerates his brother dog. He's food obsessed and once stole half a pizza. He snuggles into you and lays his head on your chest with so much love and trust it makes my heart burst. But now we've reached the end. Everything went downhill so fast. Now I keep falling apart as every 'last'. Last drive in the car. Last bath. Last play. He's ready to go but I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready for a world without him. No more borks at the front door when I get home, demanding that I give him a treat for being a good boy all day. No more soft kisses at night before bed. How do I do this? How do I say goodbye?? He is so loved. I am so lost. [link] [comments] |