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ashetlandponyI don't know how I'm going to live without Bucky. He's my only real companion in the whole world...
This past week, I've been taking him to all of our favorite places. I hate to say the words "for the last time," but realistically, I'm certain it is in each case. I took Bucky to Trinidad on Wednesday. Here's a nice picture of him on the beach there.
He looks alright, doesn't he? In actuality, though, he is very weak, and getting weaker by the day. I took him to the vet's yesterday, and he had a very rough time of it just riding in the back seat. Seeing how he suffered, I doubt I'll be taking him anywhere "for fun" anymore.
When the inevitable comes, part of me is going to die with him, I know. Just how much of me that will be, I can't say. Life's going to be a lot less worth living after he's gone, though; of that much I'm certain...
This past week, I've been taking him to all of our favorite places. I hate to say the words "for the last time," but realistically, I'm certain it is in each case. I took Bucky to Trinidad on Wednesday. Here's a nice picture of him on the beach there.
He looks alright, doesn't he? In actuality, though, he is very weak, and getting weaker by the day. I took him to the vet's yesterday, and he had a very rough time of it just riding in the back seat. Seeing how he suffered, I doubt I'll be taking him anywhere "for fun" anymore.
When the inevitable comes, part of me is going to die with him, I know. Just how much of me that will be, I can't say. Life's going to be a lot less worth living after he's gone, though; of that much I'm certain...
