I hate goodbyes.. So long, old friend.

I said goodbye to my sweet boy Diego, aka “Woobie”, at 9:20 yesterday morning. It was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make. I was overwhelmed with guilt and grief but Diego knew it was time to go. He was somewhere between 16 and 17 years old and he has been miserable for the past couple years. It broke my heart to let go, but I didn’t want to see him suffering anymore.

I never would have expected this, but in his last moment, but he stepped to the edge of the table and put his little paws on my shoulders.(He always gave the best doggie hugs, but he’s been so weak the past couple years) I got one last sweet, stinky Woobie hug ❤️He looked me straight in the eyes and I swear it was almost as if he was saying “Thank you.” 😭😭😭

Goodbye for now, little buddy. Thank you for being such a special part of our lives ❤️