it’s been 3 weeks since i lost my rufus and i haven’t been able to do our walk without sobbing. i keep expecting him to come galloping up next to me; he doesn’t. the grief is heavy and it lingers, he was there for me through it all, and i don’t have that now. i miss him so much
last month i took my beautiful rufus to the vet because i was worried about how he’d been acting, very anxious and not like him at all. he was diagnosed with lymphoma. this week he dramatically worsened, and today i made the decision to end his suffering
these pictures are of him on tuesday night. it was the last walk i got to take him on, he was running and chasing laddy like usual and just got to enjoy being a dog one last day. i’m so grateful for that
being an adult is just seeing how much you can endure until the light in your eyes goes out permanently

























