shnush

my best friend died this morning. he was little and orange and soft and cuddly and had been with me for the last 6 1/2 years. he wasn’t ready to die, and i’m very guilty because i didn’t take him to the vet sooner, and he could have made it if i wasn’t so worried about how i was going to pay the bill. i thought he would snap out of it. supposedly he had a bad tooth that needed to come out. i thought maybe it would fall out on it’s own. it didn’t. the antibiotics ran out, the pain meds were gone, and he suffered his way to the bitter end because i didn’t want to pay for him to go in. i’m gonna miss him every day. he was my first baby after earl died, and he was always MY baby… nobody else even dared touch him most of the time because he was so mean unless he was with me. he was fat and spoiled and my favorite by far… had any of the others died i would have been sad, but i wouldn’t have been this sad. i loved him so much. i still do. i regret that he died a skinny bone sack that hadn’t eaten in 4 days. (maybe more)… he essentially starved to death, amoung whatever else was wrong with him.

i love you mr. pustulio. you were my best friend.