|Our Little Man doing his "Boss Mans" face/punim|
We are overwhelmed with hearts of joy by all of the responses to Toby's passing. He is in his heavenly home with his sisters, Gracie and Megan, both who acted more like mamas to him, and many friends that have already crossed over. His earthly tent is now ashes in a box in our living room.
The same day he passed autopsy results were revealed. He did not die of a collapsed trachea (although it was scarred) or of a heart condition. A brain aneurysm ended Toby's life, and it was quick. His dying process was less than five minutes.
The saving grace in our situation is that we have three other babies demanding our love and attention. Life doesn't stop when we lose someone we love. I think we are still in the shock-phase of grief. The first Christmas will be tough, just like the first day without him. That first morning, my dad gave my mother a fourth dog bowl as mom was filling the other three with kibble. He said, "Don't you need to fill up this bowl." Mom said, "Why would I?" Dad remembers that we are down to only three pugs and says, "Oh." Yes, it will take time to heal, but it helps to know we are surrounded in love and not alone in our grief.
God Bless you all,