The anniversary of my Beamer's death came and went on 1/11/20. It's been 2 years. I still cannot write about him, about his life, and what he meant to me. What is wrong with me??
Thinking about him makes me cry immediately and I miss him beyond words. He didn't want to die. He wasn't ready and fought so, so hard with the vet. I'll never forgive myself about scheduling his death because he simply wasn't ready to go. Nothing about it was peaceful.
Thinking about him makes me cry immediately and I miss him beyond words. He didn't want to die. He wasn't ready and fought so, so hard with the vet. I'll never forgive myself about scheduling his death because he simply wasn't ready to go. Nothing about it was peaceful.