my best friend's dog passed last night. he was getting old and we knew we didn't have a lot of time left with him but he was otherwise in good health and we figured "not a lot of time" would probly be like a couple years or something. he was running back inside all happy and playful to go to bed and just had a seizure and died. i guess the thing about boxers just randomly dying is true.

i wouldn't say my friend is doing well but he's coping well. even better than me i think lol. i guess some people have better coping mechanisms and better relationships to death than me.

there's been a whole series of dog deaths among family and friends in the last couple years beginning with my boy cooper. my inlaws lost 3 dogs just in the last year. my old boy is the last of the original pack and his health is starting to slip. i need my boy to live forever.
this is the sweet boy. he was the classic: not good with cats, other dogs, kids, people in general, or literally anything. he had a rough life before my friend adopted him and it was so incredible watching him come out of his shell and learn to love and trust. and he was such a lovey boy. it makes me so happy that there are people out there like my friend who will give dogs like him a chance.
just spent a few minutes trying to figure out which pride flag that is on his shirt but i'm pretty sure it's just some hashtag pnw shit lol. my friend is super duper gay tho. classic sloppy bear.