Muskoka died yesterday. It all happened so fast. I’m still in shock. I haven’t slept and my eyelids are so puffy from crying. Today is the first day of never going on another morning walk together. Those walks were my favourite part of our day. That and morning snuggles. He got me through so many life troubles. He was there for me when M died, when I couldn’t walk for months after getting hit by a car, through and after my dad dying. He was my constant. My best friend. It was always him and I no matter what. He’s going to miss his favorite summer season. My poor boy. I keep replaying what I could of done differently for him. He was 13 years old. I thought I would have more time with him. Everyone thought he was a puppy still. He took a piece of my heart. I love you my sweet baby poo, always and forever.
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