Our Pluto is gone. Tim wrote a fitting memorial here but it can best be said by
“But just a mere couple weeks ago prostate cancer snuck up on Pluto. It was a short rollercoaster ride, filled with more fear and dread than joy. We watched him shed pounds before our eyes, grow lethargic, and have pain as a constant companion. And today that cancer took him from us. And I want him back. I want him back. I want him back. “
I am so exhausted from this, and several rounds of sickness that have overcome our household — the last being the stomach flu. I got it Sunday night and am still recovering and Morella got it tonight – throwing up twice in her bed. We are just so … sad, tired and defeated. I never knew how hard it would be to let him go. Having a family pet as an adult is such an entirely different thing then when I was a kid. For one, no dogs were ever allowed in the house, much less take over a couch.
That said, here is a little photo montage of our dear, sweet Pluto. Oh we miss you so already.