Menno is gone. I went to the vet with my dad the other day and had him put down.
It was so weird.While they were doing it, it felt like the whole world stopped in it’s tracks and when it was over ( a measly 40 seconds later), the world started spinning around again.I held him in my arms and petted his head, while telling him how beautiful he was and how much fun we used to have.
He did not see it coming…
It happened so fast and he didn’t struggle at all…. like he was ok with it. Maybe it’s just me justifying my actions.. I don’t know.
I feel horrible. Not that I miss him that much…it more that I feel horrible for having him put down.
Menno is dead. He will never be back. And it was my responsibility.
Menno has been with me for the last 4.5 years. He moved with me from South Beach, to Ft. Lauderdale, to NYC and back to South Beach. He was always by my side, protecting me from burglars (oh yeah… he chased one one time) and loved me unconditionally.
Menno, I love you boo boo and I will never forget you.
Please don’t be mad with me.