I came in last night and Kilo was on the couch doing his potato imitation. I had to go out and put the car cover on so I flipped on animal channel so he'd have something to watch.
When I came back in he didn't get up, just kind of looked up at me so I figured he was feeling a bit under the weather. I crashed on the couch next to the little guy we sat there and watched some TV. I dozed off and woke around midnight, he was quiet so I got up and tried to rouse him to go to bed.
He didn't move, I laid my hand on his side and knew that he was gone.
I got up and walked around and then went back and tried to wake him again, this happened several times. Finally I just turned off the television, sat down next to him and completely shut down.
Around 5am I wrapped him in his favorite blanket and called my mom to bury him. I kept walking into other rooms to see if he was in there and filled his food bowl and left his treats on his bed before I left for work.
Made it two hours at work before they told me to go home. I still keep expecting to turn around and see him, he always brightens my day.
Almost nine years, his birthday is May 22. He left a huge void and I feel as if someone has kicked me in the stomach repeatedly.
When I came back in he didn't get up, just kind of looked up at me so I figured he was feeling a bit under the weather. I crashed on the couch next to the little guy we sat there and watched some TV. I dozed off and woke around midnight, he was quiet so I got up and tried to rouse him to go to bed.
He didn't move, I laid my hand on his side and knew that he was gone.
I got up and walked around and then went back and tried to wake him again, this happened several times. Finally I just turned off the television, sat down next to him and completely shut down.
Around 5am I wrapped him in his favorite blanket and called my mom to bury him. I kept walking into other rooms to see if he was in there and filled his food bowl and left his treats on his bed before I left for work.
Made it two hours at work before they told me to go home. I still keep expecting to turn around and see him, he always brightens my day.
Almost nine years, his birthday is May 22. He left a huge void and I feel as if someone has kicked me in the stomach repeatedly.