#42: Dog’s Dying Farewell
Had to put my dog down just a few weeks ago. He was my best friend for 15 years. Total “soul-dog” thing. I was holding him against my chest as they administered the first drug. With his literal dying breath, he looked up and licked me on the nose twice. Even the vet gasped, it was so surreal.
I’ve barely even told anyone because I know it sounds like complete bullshit and I can’t stomach them thinking I made it up, but it was a very rare moment in my life that made me feel so, completely understood. I miss you, bud.
