Hi. It’s me. You might not want to be here today because this post is about to get really not happy.
Yesterday we had to put Bubba to sleep.
He was doing much better but then all of a sudden he started throwing up so we took him to our vet and they found out he threw another clot that caused a hole in his bladder and was bleeding internally and chances are this would just keep happening until he died. So we held him and told him that we loved him while the doctor put him to sleep. It sucked. I was going to write about it earlier but writing it would make it real and all I could get out was:
Pets aren’t supposed to die. Expecially not ones that have gone through all the crap he went through. On the way home Victor and I were both crying and he told me we could never get another animal because he just couldn’t deal with the pain of losing them and I told him he’d change his mind but then he said, “No. No more animals. And when we get home I’m killing Posey.” Then I made a mental note to hide all the hammers and rat poison but also I thanked God that I have a husband who can make me laugh even when I feel like the world is ending.
Anyway, I just want to say thank you to you guys for supporting us through all the Bubba chronicles. He was a special little person in a furry cat suit and I will never forget him.
We miss you, Captain Snugglepants, and all your little persiany goodness.
PS. Posey, we love you too, little man. If your daddy gives you anything weird to eat just spit it out, okay?