I was having a really nice day. Just fun stuff.
After a small snack, I started to make my way to my bedroom. My sister came out of her room with tears streaming down her cheeks.
She told me that our Dad's dog, Floki, had passed away.
I was shocked. And still am.
He was only a puppy and we had lots of fond memories with him. The shock is fading a bit now that I've had a minute to comprehend this. My eyes are heavier...
She said our Dad found Floki surrounded by sick this morning. He buried him in the back garden and our little sisters went with my Dad's girlfriend to her aunt's house. They told them that my Dad was taking Floki to the vet.
One of the reasons I'm so shocked is that Floki was younger and healthier than my Mam's dog, Kerry. Kerry is thirteen and she has cancer. Yet, she outlived Floki.
I'd give more details but my eyes are getting blurry and my chest hurts.
The doc is out...
