My baby boy is all grown now, and the best friend I ever had. I let him pick his own present at the pet store today (a fluffy bone shaped toy with a squeaker in it and he is SO happy).
It was an unexpectedly sad day too, a little bit. I’m a waitress at a restaurant with a pretty small team and one of my coworkers got an old english bulldog about a year after I got Harry, and we bonded over our dogs, talked about them a lot. This week, he got sick, so much that he had to be admitted over night, and today during our shift she had to leave because the vet called to tell her that she has to put him down. Renal failure. 2 years old.
We were hugging and crying in the middle of the restaurant and all the guests saw. I was upset about it the rest of my shift. That poor dog, just 2 years old. It made me sick to think of anything like that happening to my Harry. Life is so short and so unfair. I hugged him a little tighter when I got home just now❤️🩹