𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝗼𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐢𝗺𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

puppy dog - corbyn besson

I walked through the front door, sighing as I took my coat off and placed my umbrella on the doormat. It had been raining all day long and I was extremely drowsy from a combination of the rain and work.
Not only that, it had been a rough night last night.
My husband Corbyn and I had to put our dog to sleep last night. We adopted our dog when we started dating and now we've been married for four years. He was just really old and it was better to put him to rest instead of leaving him on Earth while he was in pain. Neither of us really wanted to put him to sleep, but it was the right thing to do.
Our dog was Corbyn's best friend. Corbyn sang to him, they went on walks and watched tv together every night. Corbyn always took him to the park on Saturdays and never missed his birthday. Our dog was seriously the equivalent of an actual baby to Corbyn. Given that Corbyn loved our dog like a real human, I knew it would be really hard on Corbyn to put him down.
Last night after we got home from the Vet, Corbyn went straight to bed. He didn't say much, he didn't cry, he just went right to sleep. Corbyn isn't much of a crier, so I knew he was trying to avoid crying at any cost. I knew he would rather avoid his emotions than deal with the pain.
I walked into the kitchen to set my bag down and all the lights were off. I set my bag on the kitchen table and then climbed the stairs to our second floor. I jumped a little as thunder boomed and lightning flashed. I heard the rain picking up, so I made my way up the stairs a little faster.
Our bedroom door was open just a crack, so I peered in through it to see Corbyn huddled under the covers. I stayed still and watched as he sobbed, trying to contain himself but failing miserably as his tears just fell faster.
I sighed as I opened the door slowly, not wanting to startle him. He looked up once he saw me and tears welled in my eyes at the sight of my husband in pain.
I walked to the bed and sat down, opening my arms and hugging him tight. I didn't need to say anything, he just needed a hug. There was nothing either of us could do, he was just mourning.
"I'm sorry Corbs, I know you loved him," I whispered, kissing his fluffy hair.
"I miss him and it hasn't even been a day," he cried, holding onto my sweater like he was going to be stolen if he let go.
"I know baby, I'm sorry. I know it hurts, but we had to. It was the right thing to do, I mean he would be unhappy and in pain if he was still alive," I replied, rubbing his back soothingly.
He nodded into my shoulder, but then pulled back to wipe his nose with the tissue he was clutching. I used my fingers to wipe the tears from his cheeks, even though we both had tears continuing to run down our faces.
"It'll be okay baby," I whispered, kissing his red nose.
He nodded and slightly smiled before burying his face back into my shoulder.
I laid down and pulled the bed covers over us, cuddling into his side as I listened to the thunder.
"We can get another puppy, it'll be just fine," I said.
"Yeah...we could, but...I think a baby would be a nice new addition," he said, shocking me completely.
"Really? I thought you wanted to wait?" I asked, excited because having kids with Corbyn was a dream.
"I...I don't know, I was nervous before, but we can handle it. I think it's time," he said softly.
"I agree."

part 2? lmk