Just got cards in the mail from Haru's main vet and groomer and I'm a snotty mess. It sucks coming home and expecting to see him sitting at his spot by the dining table where he'd greet me. I've been doing alright but damn man. We fought so hard. I miss his chunky lil Wizard booty and the way he'd practically stay in place any time he tried to start running because he had such long paw fur he couldn't get any traction. And Mochi is so sad. He carries toys around the house crying, and eventually gives up and takes them to Haru's spot in the bedroom.
I miss that little meatball so bad. I knew we had a hard road ahead even when he was little, but three years is so short. It never seems like it until you find a way to measure it.
Love on your family for me today, furry or otherwise.


















