Not going to lie, this is a tough post to write. Chunk passed this morning, and is no doubt drooling on the angels and pestering God for extra Kibbles. It was very unexpected; we had thought he was doing great after his surgery on Monday. But this morning I was writing at my desk, and he was sleeping by my feet. I felt him kind of shudder, so I went to get Gene for help.
Less than 2 minutes later he was gone. But it was fast, and he went out the same way he lived, surrounded by people and critters who love him. I feel like there’s a Chunk-sized hole in my heart, but my life was better for having him in it. If you have a Chunk of your own, give him or her an extra cuddle today.