Doug passed away Tuesday afternoon. He could no longer walk on his own and he told us it was time. He went so peacefully. He felt no pain. The sun was shining.
It was such an honor to be Doug's person. He taught me infinitely more than I taught him. I adopted him knowing he wouldn't be with me long, and I'm so incredibly grateful we got 3 years. We made the most of them.
Doug's presence had such a weight to it. He was impossible to ignore for many reasons, his size only one of them. I told him the foundation he inspired will help dogs well beyond his time here. I think he always thought that was pretty cool.
You're stardust again, Douggy. Come back to me in whatever form you like. I'll know it's you. And to whoever is with him now, please give him your love. He gave so much of his. 15/10 ❤️
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Why the fuck am I always the one who has to bend and reach out to try to make things better. I miss my friend, but I'm so tired of being the one who has to give in and apologize. My heart hurts. 20 + years of friendship lost due to stubbornness.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm just a bank and only acknowledged when it's convenient. It sucks to feel this way. To deeply care about someone and not feel reciprocated.
In the last couple of weeks, I've had to sit back and reevaluate friendships. Are we really friends or are we just used to being friends type of thing. Are we just expected to be friends because we've known each other for over 20 years?
I'll be home in 3 days and I'm very excited to see my family. However, I am not ready to confront the truth that my tio Pancho is really gone. Being far away makes it easier to pretend everything is fine.