The worst few weeks

I’ve written and re-written this post a dozen times to try and get my thoughts out there about the last few weeks and how awful they’ve been.

Various things have been going on from my parents getting scammed to both Brad and I being ill as well as few other situations I didn’t want to be.

Regardless of all that one tragic even rings in my head constantly. No matter how sick Brad or I was, no matter how difficult university or work has been and no matter how pissed off I’ve being, even at things I can’t control, everything fades into insignificance to one major event.

Last week we had to say goodbye to Murphy. Our precious baby girl had a congenital kidney problem and although we (well, the vet) did everything they could to help her, three days after getting her home she was back to being sick and we had to make the difficult decision to say goodbye.

Rufus has spent the days and nights looking for her. And so have I.

She was loved. She was adored. I miss her so much. She was too young to go and I’m really struggling with this. Our precise girl. My heart is broken.

Goodnight my beautiful girl.

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