|Playtime at Home|
|Getting comfortable in the new digs|
As it was the evening of Memorial Day, we had one option which was to bring him to the pet emergency hospital where he once stayed for a week of treatment while he had severe seizures. This time circumstances were different. He was calm on our car ride, and very agreeable with the staff. They prepped him and brought him to us on a big comfy rug where he did not squirm or fuss. He just let us say our goodbyes. I probably could not have imagined a sweeter way for him to go; he fell asleep in our arms, snoring, before they gave him his final dose.
It's been a tough week. Although we cleaned out most of his things, each day you stumble upon something else that reminds you of him: a paw print in the concrete, the places he would sleep, the lack of a water bowl when you reach to fill it. Mostly the hard part is the silence.
Jen put together a touching post about B here, that I think summed things up pretty well:
I know that I did not know what Bourbon would bring to our lives, and although he was a great deal of work, he changed me for the better.
Bourbon, thank you for everything, most of all finding us. I miss you but I hope that you are now at peace.