#goodbye buddy

(I had to repost because one pic, of me holding Nightwing's paw, the ai didn't like it. I think if I want to post on my Instagram, I'm gonna have to post something else).

​I don't care that I look a mess.

​I had to say goodbye to nightwing 5 days ago. He had to be put down because he had aggressive cancer in the bladder. He was only 8.

​I'm heartbroken. I didn't get to spend that long with him, I wished he would have lived longer.

​It happened so sudden, so fast. I'm devastated. My poor kitty.

​Fuck cancer.

13 years with you. You were a big dumb dork of a dog and sometimes a total pain in the ass. Could always count on you to dig something rotten out of the trash, steal sandwiches off the counter, and let loose positively noxious farts. You once jumped the fence and got taken to doggy jail. When we bailed you out in the morning it was clear you'd had the time of your life.

But I will miss seeing you roll in the grass with your legs kicking, bark at the gate when your people come home, and snore with your lips flapping. It was time, though.