Tomorrow we are putting my dog to sleep. My first true dog. He was amazing. A real dog. Loyal, affectionate, silly, beautiful. He taught me so much. I can't come to grips with the fact that after tomorrow he will no longer be with us. He seems fine, but he isn't. I cry inside when he looks at you with his sad eyes, that plead for something else because he is tired. I thought he was going to die this morning. He wanted to go outside and be by himself. Who will be my snow brown?

What is Zoe going to do?

Mister
These were taken a month ago when he seemed ok


my sleepy little bug