I know some of you will probably think this is silly since Simba isn't in the double digets yet...
But I just can't stop crying. Simba will be 7 this Christmas.
My mom and I were just looking at him because he has some sores on his stomach/pee pee area.
I showed her his elbows... they're all worn and are starting to calous (?)
She said "He's an old boy..." and I started bursting into tears.
I guess we were thinking the same thing because then she said "We can't think about it.. when it happens he'll want us to be happy"
I don't ever want my boy to leave me. I'm sick to my stomach and can't stop thinking about it now.
He just means so much to me.
I can't stop crying and i'm crying more and more thinking about it. I layed on the floor with him for a half hour or so crying, and he kept lifting his head and licking the tears away.
He's always done that. He's my box of tissues. He's my heart. He's everything.
Why do things you love the most have to grow old?
I want my little puppy boy back again.
I'm sorry for being so stupid. I just had to vent to someone/something and this is the first place I thought of.
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