I had to put my dog down earlier today. He had cancer that had spread and his health was going downhill fast over this last month or so. I feel like we gave him the best last days he could have and he went very peacefully which is more than a lot of us get. We buried him in his favorite place.

I don't regret doing it at all, but it's very hard wrapping my head around the fact that I'm not going to see him again. I guess I'm just sort of realizing how big of a part of my life he was. Since I've lived where I am, I sort of fell into the habit of isolating myself, even before all the pandemic stuff. I spent of lot of my time with him. Probably worried too much about him in a lot of instances. People loved him and he loved them back. He lived for play and it killed me to see cancer take that from him.

I'm sorry to be a downer guys. Just some thoughts I felt the need to put out there. This one's gonna really hurt for while. Luckily I have some very supportive people with me now to help me through it.

Sorry I've been absent guys. Life's been a little crazy lately. Thanks for your continued viewing and support. You guys are awesome.