Tonight I cried.
I cried because my beautiful boy looked at me with his beautiful big brown eyes. He looked like he was sad.
He looked like he was loving me.
He looked like he was happy.
You decide what he looked like.
I have watched him all day, hobbling, sniffing, being incredibly uncomfortable, strange breathing while sleeping and bringing me toys. He is still doing dog things, Brady things but, he isn’t our Brady anymore.
He is riddled with an incurable cancer. He is in pain. He is sad.
I cry because I don’t know when it is ‘time’.
How do I know that he has had enough?
I don’t want to wait until he is exhausted but I don’t want to do it when he is still brining me a ball to throw for him.
I have loved sharing my life with Brady but right now, I hate it. I am so confused and lost.
Brady is as loving as ever but I fear his time is near.
I can’t wait for his surprise BBQ party on Sunday but I fear what follows it.
Am being as strong as I can.
Loving my boy.
My boy is loving me.