With a heavy heart…
I must tell you,
Atticus has left us.
He passed New Year’s Eve.
We found him laying on the lawn, in his little coat.
I cannot express my feelings in that moment.
Poor Scout was distraught.
We don’t know for sure what happened.
The vet thinks either he ingested something or had an arrhythmia in his heart.
We didn’t do a necropsy because I couldn’t bring myself to do that with this little puppy body – and because the vet said that the results might be inconclusive for either diagnosis.
My husband sobbed as he buried our boy.
Atticus was very special. We told him – and each other – that very thing every day.
We’d say, “How did we get so lucky to find puppies like these. And Atticus is such a great dog…”
Atticus was mellow, sweet and had started to follow me everywhere – exactly what I loved about Nomar. So calm and protective.
I am devastated.
Poor Scout… she is lost.
Nomar and Dex, I sure hope you escorted this wonderful boy into doggie heaven.
I just don’t understand…
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