Our Fenny dog passed away sometime overnight. I woke up at 6:45 to check on him as he had a rough night and he was gone. Thankfully, Tom had gone in the middle of the night into the den to lay down with him. Our baby, who last night could barely lift his head up, managed to turn himself all the way around and had his head next to Tom's pillow.

I sobbed and sobbed last night and then again this morning. Really, he's in a better place. He's running around, fully mobile, barking and playing with his rope baby. He's in no pain. But my God, even knowing that, I am hurting. Crushed. he was so young, we were gonna have him still while having babies and going through life, planned on him being around for a long time.

................ RIP baby