As I write this, it has only been an hour or two since Angela and I came home from the emergency vet. We had brought Tobey there as he passed away this morning. I’ll fill in the gaps soon. I just wanted to get a few things out of my head.
Angela & I don’t have kids. Our dogs and cat are the closest that we have to human children so far. When we came home and found Tobey had gone I went hysterical. This is my baby. He was my little big man who had recently been hampered by numerous medical problems. He was as much a child to me and a part of me as anyone. He was my family.
I feel as though a part of me has been ripped away from me and the sorrow that I’m feeling is immeasurable. I can’t stop bawling. I don’t want to accept the fact that my little boy is gone. But, looking around the house and expecting to see him pains me.
People who aren’t dog lovers or have similar lifestyles as Angela and me probably won’t understand. They’ll probably think ‘It’s just a dog’. But he isn’t. Tobey was my baby, just as much as Farley, Jinx and Cleo are. And to lose him at the tender age of 4 completely destroys me inside.
I’ll post more here as well as at Woofie’s site.