His name was Profit. Though we had a million names for him. One of my favorites is Precious P.
He was a Chesapeake Bay Retriever. He lived 14 years and 4 months. He had a really, really good and active life - was totally a fetching and swimming dog. Old age just got the better of him.
It was so hard when he leg finally gave out on him last Friday night and we knew we'd have to take him into the vet to put him down.
Saturday morning was bittersweet. We got to spend some great quality time with him, petting him lots and giving him tons of love. I'd never been through something like this before so being with him as he passed was such a privilege but also just so, so hard.
And yet, the grief I felt was just too familiar. Grieving 3 miscarriages in a year on top of infertility for 3 years... and then to lose our dog. It feels like too much.
He really was our baby - we always called him that.
And it just feels so empty and quiet now without him.
We love you Preciousness!
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