One year ago tomorrow (or today where I am), I went out to lunch for my birthday - I was only gone for two hours and when I came home my dog was flat out then when he got to the hospital he went into status epilepticus. The next day, after a lot of thinking and visiting with him in the hospital for a couple hours I let him go. It was an extremely hard decision to make and I still have horrible guilt over it today. It still hurts like it was yesterday. He was my heart.
Then the very next day, my other dog who had been living in the states suddenly fell over and died - no warning. It was heartbreaking.
A few years prior my cat died throwing a blood clot, he had a heart condition. That was on August 8th.
My pets so far have died on Aug 6th, 7th, & 8th.... right after my b'day....
Celebrating my birthday will be like celebrating the day I lost my dog. And this whole week is a week of deaths.... it is damn depressing.
I know to most they are just animals, but they were special to me. And my dog Roc, well, he was the best thing since sliced bread, he was my heart, soul, my co-pilot, without him I still feel so very lost.