Here we are, the biggest day of the nerd year. Stranger Things 2, Super Mario Odyssey, Wolfenstein 2, Assassin’s Creed Origins.
But my head and my heart are elsewhere.
I think we’re going to be saying goodbye tomorrow to our sweet Lily, Lilybug, Lilymonster, Lily von Pooten, Lil’ Flooferbutt. It’s the right decision, even though it’s agonizing and heartbreaking. It sucks. She’s 13 years old, and she’s been in pain for a while, and dragging this out seems heartless rather than letting her go, peacefully, quietly.
I will be happy to discuss all of the goodies described in the first paragraph at some point. (I should also mention that in my sadness/hysteria I may have ordered a Nintendo Switch and Zelda and Mario, so I will actually be able to speak to all of those aforementioned goodies.) But I can’t right now. Right now I just want to give her more gentle pets and bellyrubs and snuggles. And instead I’m stuck at work.
Lilybug, you’re my super sweet little dog, and I’ll love you forever and ever and ever.