Yesterday (the 4th), my little boy Mickey passed away due to hemangiosarcoma. He was 12 years old, and as cute a bichon frisée as you’ll ever see.
He passed with my wife and I present, along with his older brother. We prepared and decorated a box for him to take his final journey in, and given him to the animal hospital to take him to the crematorium.
I'm alternately numb and weepy as I try to remember all the good memories I have of him.
The one good thing about this enforced WFH is that it let me be home all the time with him. And I was with him as he went to meet his 2 younger sisters who sadly passed before him