InsaneJournal

Current mood:

sad

Sleep in peace, little one.

She is lying curled up in her bed beside me, her nose tucked under her front paws, at peace. Her soft brown eyes are closed and they will never open again. My little gingertart was put to sleep this evening at 18.40. Tomorrow, we will bury her in the spinney beside her beloved Captain Sensible. Goodbye, my sweet little dog. You were much loved and we already miss you terribly.

When you buy a pet, you gain their life, but you also buy their death.