Sky died on Monday. He was five months old. I feel as if I have a physical wound. Willow was very involved in the burial; Collin demanded to see him right away and once he had, wouldn't have anything else to do with burying Sky. He's angry a lot the past couple of days, which is normal - he has a very hard time just grieving, or crying - he gets mad instead. About absolutely everything, right now.
I wouldn't trade the two months we had with our little furball with anything. I wish he could have stayed around longer.
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Keri, I'm so sorry.
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