Well, it's official, everyone--my mixed/mutt dog, Kesh, has passed away.

For the past few days I was fooling myself into thinking he was showing improvement in his energy but it was just me own brain telling me that. Rather, he was growing steadily worse as the days went by until I began to see he was losing the will to live. No matter how much I tried to see if I could save him, just the way he looked at me told me, "Mommy, let me go."

So, as much as it hurt, I managed a tearful goodbye in which he just stared at me before giving me a kiss--the only one he's managed to give me in months and his last one. Few hours later, he was peacefully gone--curled in his bed and no longer in pain.

It's hard to describe the feelings that are going through me right now. On one hand, I feel a weight gone--knowing he's in a better place and on the other I'm missing him terribly. It's going to be hard having to look in my backyard and the house and only see three dogs and one empty bed.

I'm coping with this as best I can, crying when I can't hold back but mostly--staying strong and reminding myself it was for the best and he's running around in Heaven with the angels.

R.I.P. Kesh , I miss you, boy.

Your Fiendish Nightmare,
~DiamondKingServal