He's gone.
This morning, before I left for school, I had this gut feeling that something bad was going to happen. I kept lingering around, hugging and kissing Frisk, as I didn't want to leave him.
This evening he began to seizure and was rushed to the vet. They did all they could, but he didn't make it. Our vet said that it was very likely he had cancer in his pancreas, and that he couldn't handle it.. his heart just gave out. This past week has been torture, having to see my little guy so unlike himself.
It still seems unreal. I don't want to accept the fact that my bestest buddy isn't coming home.
This is how I want to remember Frisk... my best friend who's smile made the sun shine.
I will write a memorial later. I don't want to short-circuit my keyboard with my tears.
Today would have been my dad's birthday, too.
I hate October.![]()
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