Inevitably in the form of cancer came for my dog Beau (Beauregard) this week. I lived through my traitorous DNA clusterfuck, he will not. Today he will be euthanized.
It just fucking had to lymphoma too…
Beau is such a sweet and gentle being. He’s been loved beyond measure since we brought him and his litter-mate sister, Annie, home twelve or so years ago.
It had to be lymphoma, didn’t it?
Valhalla, he is coming.
Valhalla hann er að koma.
Ég elska þig, Beau.