As of 4:32PM in Hettenhausen Germany, Sunday November 10, my dog Lui had to be put down due to kidney failure and a weak heart. He was the absolute best dog imaginable. Not a single person has ever met him, that didn't immediately fall in love with him. He's been a part of my life for over 9 years. Sadly i couldn't be a part of his life for the last 2. I was separated from my best friend due to my job and now will never be able to see him again. Its something i haven't been able to fully wrap my head around yet. It just doesn't seem like its real.
I'm not entirely sure how to handle this. I don't quite understand how i feel about it. I knew he would die eventually. But I wasn't prepared to realize that the last time i said goodbye to him almost two years ago was the last time i'd ever get to see him. I get to go on leave in little over a month. I was looking forward to seeing him. I don't even want to go anymore...nothing seems to matter. So for now, i just drink.
How about you guys? I know that many of you have been through the same. How'd you go about dealing with it?