And I suppose I should have a record somewhere of this one.
My mother’s dog (for that’s what he was, even with years of living with us) Felice is dead. He had contracted an inoperable and likely terminal case of cancer and we chose to put him down on Wednesday rather than prolong his suffering.
I miss him a little, but he wasn’t really my dog. I do miss having a dog around the house though.
Goodnight, Goodnight, sweet baby…. let the moonlight take the lid off your dreams.
I miss him too :(