Just have to get this off my chest...
I'm in an airport right now trying not cry in front of people...have been sobbing all day.
I'm mixed with guilt, anger, confusion, shock and denial.
My beautiful fluffy furball best friend Woody died yesterday, and I never got to say goodbye...
The worst part is, I'm visiting a sibling in another country who had a hard pre/post birth...and for various reasons I haven't seen Woody in a month and a half. My last trip was 14 days long two years ago and never before that. Woody and his brother were with my SO until two weeks ago, and since then he has been at my SO's parents house where he grew up. I don't think he gets enough attention there, and I have been blaming myself constantly for not foreseeing this. He could have been unwell and they wouldn't have noticed.
I would have only been two weeks but I extended my trip to spend Christmas Eve with my nephew, thinking Woody and Silly were perfectly safe. Well Woody died last night.
I unextended my trip and heading back now to see Silly, Woody's brother and litter mate. If I didn't have him I'm not sure I could cope.
I'm missing seeing Woody's furry face by one day.
I feel nauseous.
I'm in an airport right now trying not cry in front of people...have been sobbing all day.
I'm mixed with guilt, anger, confusion, shock and denial.
My beautiful fluffy furball best friend Woody died yesterday, and I never got to say goodbye...
The worst part is, I'm visiting a sibling in another country who had a hard pre/post birth...and for various reasons I haven't seen Woody in a month and a half. My last trip was 14 days long two years ago and never before that. Woody and his brother were with my SO until two weeks ago, and since then he has been at my SO's parents house where he grew up. I don't think he gets enough attention there, and I have been blaming myself constantly for not foreseeing this. He could have been unwell and they wouldn't have noticed.
I would have only been two weeks but I extended my trip to spend Christmas Eve with my nephew, thinking Woody and Silly were perfectly safe. Well Woody died last night.
I unextended my trip and heading back now to see Silly, Woody's brother and litter mate. If I didn't have him I'm not sure I could cope.
I'm missing seeing Woody's furry face by one day.
I feel nauseous.
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