The past 2 weeks have been so very very hard. Dad had gone into our local hospice on 24 August and we were called in the following Monday as they suspected that we were losing Dad, but bless his heart he wasn't ready to leave this world until the following Saturday (although both Mum and i had spent 5 days and 3 nights by his side) towards the end of the week we found staying with him just unbearable, we all left on the Friday night and luckily Mum and my brother had just walked back into the hospice when Dad took 4 small breaths and then he was gone although very peacefully, he was just so heavily sedated, he didn't really know we were there. Anyway i lost Dad on 12th September and yesterday we said our final fair well.
I just can't believe i will never see him again, my heart is aching so much for him. He suffered so very much and considering in April we were told he may have 18 months but he didn't even make 6 is so utterly, utterly unfair.
I am just finding life so very hard to deal with.
Poppy dog x
