I feel like this needs to be said somewhere.
Today, on Jan 2nd 2024, at roughly 9:30 this morning, our family dog Brookes has passed away.
He was old, we're guessing almost 17-19, and the past few years have been rough for him.
After the last couple days of him spinning in circles on legs that had stopped working, of refusing to eat or drink, he finally laid down on his bed and let go.
My mom spent the last night laying next to him to keep him calm, but unfortunately none of us were in the room when he died.
I was going to come back to YouTube and WattPad after the holiday break, but the next week might be too complicated for that.
I'm fine, I look at death differently than most, but I still felt the moment needed to be logged somewhere. My brother however isn't happy, but we're going to be fine.