I had to put Cadence down yesterday.
I had to pick crumbs off the floor for the first time in 10 years yesterday.
I turned to give the empty yoghurt pot to her yesterday.
It's hit me a lot harder than I thought it would.
This came on shuffle as I drove back from the vets yesterday. I know Arcade Fire (or Win Bulter really) are kinda not on anymore, but it fitted the mood.
Wasted Hours. I've been trying to remember our last walk. She hurt her paw last week and was resting, so it's been a while. It was around the old town, the west end, and it was a normal walk. We had no idea.
But none of it was wasted, we had some good times together. Always cherish the good times.
So long, Cady. You were the best worst dog in the world.
