Good Bye Mate

I got up in the morning, pulling on my track suit. “Come on Chubby.”

There was no response. I shook him and he was cold and stiff. Well, I don’t know if he was stiff, I recoiled as soon as I felt he wasn’t warm.

It was horrific. World crashing down.

I called the vet and they sent someone to take him away. I couldn’t look at him again. I just needed to remember him as he was.

He is being cremated, and then returned to me.

I was numb.

I cried. Chubster, I never thought this day would come. OMG! The house seems so empty, there is a great big Chubby hole in it.