is one of the hardest days of the year for me.
June 19th, 2002 at 12:05 pm I had to put my beautiful angel and muse H.B.K to sleep. He was just six weeks shy of his fifth birthday.
He got sick so fast that it was an absolute shock that he was so sick that we’d have to put him down. The first night he ever spent away from home was the night before when the vet kept him overnight on an IV.
Anyways, in honor of my loveable furball and best friend, today’s blog post is completely his own.
August 13th, 1997 – June 19th, 2002
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(((Lis)))
I’m so sorry, Lis. Huge hugs.
Thanks Nell, Thanks Olga.
Managed to make it through the day with crying only twice.
Plus it was father’s day here so I think that made things just a little easier since we were out most of the day. Though I did watch the clock from 12:03 till 12:05.
Ah, I’m sorry. Sending hugs!!!