I'm going to attempt to write this without crying. It's been six years since Ethan passed away. The holidays will always be bittersweet because our boy was taken from us so soon. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him and his handsome face and blue eyes. He makes every second with Rhys that much more precious. I will never take him for granted because I know how truly special he is.
What makes this even harder is that our beloved dog Buffy died on November 27th, a little more than a week ago. I've been trying to find the courage to write about her, and it's not easy. I had given them Thanksgiving leftovers and she choked on a piece of ham that she tried to swallow. I tried to get it out in time, but I wasn't fast enough. She was such a good dog that only ever wanted to play and fetch. I will never forgive myself for not being able to help her and I hope she knows that.
I can only hope that both of my angels are together running around and happy together.