(ooc: trigger warning for animal death)I know I should have expected it to come sometime, because she was getting older. I mean, I guess there never really is any expecting it, is there? She always seemed to have the energy to play with Cesare and Ziggy when Nico and I brought them over to Dad's. And we always took really, really good care of her. Checkups every year and brought her to the vet each time anything was slightly wrong.
Wednesday, Dad was texting me franticly from the vet's office. Sunny hadn't been herself, wasn't really wanting to eat and just seemed very lethargic. He thought maybe it was a bug at best or some sort of blockage at worst. And it wasn't. She had a lot of tumors and where they were ...they just weren't somewhere you could operate.
Nico and I spent the whole weekend there and just. The three of us tried to give her the best weekend that we could. We played as much as she would feel like, gave her her favorite foods, and just loved, petted, and spoiled her as much as we could. Took her to all of her favorite places. And then... we said goodbye at the vet's office yesterday.
I'm still processing it. I know we did the right thing for her, that she's not suffering now. But it just hurts that she's gone. And I'm not sure how to tell our kids the next time we bring them up there where she is. Will they understand? Because I know that they'll be looking for her. They were always so excited each time we went up there.
I love you, Sunny, and I'm going to miss you so much.