We have a dog named Willow. She's about 17 years old. And for a while now she's been having a hard time getting around. She doesn't drink much, doesn't move much other than to go outside, and lately she's been walking kind of sideways. She's also pretty much blind, as well as deaf at this point. We've brought up doing a quality of life on her a couple times this year, but never did it. We've had her since she was a puppy, since before I was born. My oldest sister and brother have the strongest bond with her out of our whole family.
Right now, she's on her way to go to the vet. I didn't think I'd be that sad, I don't have a strong bond with her or anything. But as usual, with being the most emotional and sensitive person in my family, my eyes are watering and I'm remembering her over the years. It didn't help that my dad sent pictures of her to me and to our group chat.
We had to put our other dog down in about 2019 I think, right after a 4th of July party after he bit a kid's lip. He had always been super protective of us and didn't get along with any dogs other than Willow. He was my best friend, I'd play Disney Uno with him, my favorite game, since the rest of my family hated it. So, Willow, hope you're at peace and you'll Parker again soon. I love you and I'm sorry.
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