Pickles’s spleen ruptured last night and lost a lot of blood. It may have been cancer which came on suddenly.

The many blood transfusions he’ll need just to get him to a surgery he may not survive from would have been too much for him.

I’m sorry.

Pickles, you’re irreplaceable. I got you in a dark time of my life and you helped me see the light. You saved me.

You were with me on so many adventures and for so many firsts.

You were my first pet. You’re my first dog. You taught me so much about my self.

We’ve had our moments. I was an asshole and so were you but we managed.

You taught me patience.

You showed me that I could love again, after losing my father. I owe you so much.

I’ve grown so much as a person in the last 15 years and you were a large part of it. And now I don’t know who I am anymore.

I know you’re in a better place. I do hope that I gave you a good life and was a great owner.

I’m broken but I’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry.

I miss you.

I love you.