What a day. Four months ago, today.
I know, he was old. And I know he is at rest and at peace and all that blah blah blah. Damned if I'm not angry though. Want him back. Give anything to hear his big feet stomp through the house in the middle of the night.
And that I made that choice.. to end it for him. Hurts.
Remember my daughter saying that day that it felt like her brother had died. And I told her, "far as I'm concerned, he was your brother."
Some days it just.. hits me.
Sucks, sucks, sucks, sucks.