This is a picture of Buddy and Tink yesterday. Just a few hours before we had to put Tink down. The cancer spread all over her body, and as hard as the choice was, it was just time. Yesterday was so hard. So much crying.
But today is worse. I just feel so shredded. I never realized how ingrained in our lives she was. I keep expecting to see her subconsciously and my heart rips open when I remember she’s not here anymore. A hundred times each day.
Tink was 12 years old. We were friends for her entire life, from tiny puppy to old lady. She was always wanted. We took her with us every time we moved. She was really the best, most gentle, loving, peaceful animal. She knew lots of tricks. She was great at cleaning up our plates. Her ears were soft. She could run so fast and jump so high when she was young. As she became old, she was calm and sweet and so good. Her heart was pure until the very end.
I know it was the right choice. But I am so sad. I miss her so much.
When will this stop hurting?