I hear you. We pour so much effort and love into these little things knowing that we’ll out-live them.

I got this little bub as a gift for my wife. Called her Dixie, (after the Dixie Chicks band). We lost her at 6 years old because someone kicked her. We spent $3,000 trying to fix her but she drowned in her own fluids. My wife was utterly shattered. Inconsolable. I put on a brave face but that night broke down.

I dealt with the perpetrator.

Losing your pet dog must have been terrible. As blokes we are supposed to be stoic and may but that shit just breaks me up.

I’m lookin forward to the Lucca gatto post.