Monday, to be precise. It’s a hedgehog. Adopted him at 6 weeks old, and had him for 3 years since.
I’m torn since he was my first pet. I actually broke while I said my goodbyes, and couldn’t stop hugging him. My vet was super nice enough to consider sending me an engraving of a clay pendant of his footprint and name, and another as a garden grave stone.
I’ve been writing nonstop this entire day, but it just sort of hit me now that he’s gone. He loved bugging me by walking all over my laptop when I was scripting/writing. He was quite a charmer: the ONE time I’m busy (and spoiling him far more than he already is), that’s when he starts acting like he gives a shit about me my sweet little pineapple
My poor grumpy boy had cancer that eventually became aggressive (the results came in a few days before I chose to euthanize him). We thought he had a skin infection and that was why I went back and forth so the wound could be treated every 3 days…since May.
Do you guys have any pets or had pets? It hurts so much.
My ugly ass and him right before we stepped inside the office…