Some 10 hours after my last post, where my two bulldogs were keeping me company as I worked like it was just going to be another normal day, my perfectly healthy bulldog, Brun, became sick, unexpectedly.
At 1am we took him to the dog hospital.
1.10am. The vet asked us to give permission to do CPR. Brun's heart had stopped.
1.20am. They stopped CPR.
1.30am. We were saying good bye to him.
Our lovely, smart, sweet, chilled, beautiful boy was 7 years old.
He knew how to communicate with us, he had no trouble telling us what he wanted, we used to say he understood English. He was the only one of the bulldogs who knew how to push doors open to get places.
Presently, we ache. It doesn't feel real.
Everything feels just a bit pointless right at the moment.
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