But right now in this moment my heart is broken into a million pieces.
Right now as I type this, her sweet little life is coming to an end. Princess got hit yesterday by a car and the back portion of her body suffered. My dad used to raise dogs, so knew what signs to watch for and was feeling hopeful last night she would be alright.But this morning she is shaking and in shock and cannot eat/drink because she cannot use the bathroom (and I assume knew this just out of common sense she had) and refused to eat/drink anything so my dad bit the bullet early on.
And this sweet face is no longer with us. Is my heart broken? Yes.
Does it dampen my spirits? Yes.
Do I know she deserved to be put out of her misery rather than another day or hours of pain? Yes.
But it still hurts.
Anyone who knows me can tell you I take it to heart when a dog is injured or dies. A part of me dies with them.
The same for today, and right now.
Sweet dreams, baby girl. And welcome to Doggy Heaven.
