I went on vacation and when I got home from a great weekend, my grandma told me that they had to put Pooey to sleep.
I’m absolutely devastated. I think that my mom knew that I would put up a fight so she did it while I was gone. We’ve had the conversation before because he was getting old, couldn’t control his bowel movements, and had difficulty getting around and other things but we had agreed to just not do it.
We’ve had him since I was in 8th grade, and it’s so weird not seeing him around the house anymore. Even though it’s only been a day since I found out, I still look for him.
I took these photos around 5 years ago before his health started to decline.
I’ll miss you Pooey, and I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye.