he was gone shortly after I finished the last post.

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we honestly expected him to last but, I guess this is it.
he's gone. not here anymore.
doggy heaven's waiting.

I'm not sure why but, I'm not feeling much right now.
maybe I'm in shock? who knows. I'm not really sure myself.
or maybe I just don't feel much, perhaps deep down I knew he was not going to make it, etcetc.

but, I don't really know. we were just about to take him to the vet today, and he couldn't breathe.
he just...left after that. I grabbed tissue to put on the ground and my mom wrapped him in a towel. held him.

I believe I don't have to go into details because yknow, it's not needed. plus, he left with dignity.

my mom said it's a good thing he left early, and didn't have to had his life prolonged by frequent medical check ups and medicine injections.

perhaps. but it's still weird that I'm not showing much emotion.
throughout all these years, I knew that he really liked to be scratched from the back.
he'd become flat because he felt really good from the scritches.
my mom rarely gives him hugs or scritches.

and now he's gone.
maybe it's for the best.

but, I'm going out for some breakfast.
maybe to give myself some time.

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hoot
feb 9
7:20 am.

my mom contacted the place she originally bought the dog from, and the boss is coming to collect him in a bit.

we called the dog milk tea when we first got him.
he had this cool talent of sitting in a bowl upright.

we just ended up calling him tea-tea as a nickname.

good night, tea-tea.
I hope the other side has some really great snacks that I've never fed you.