fool-ofatook:

This reminds me of when my dog died and we all sat around him as he was being put to sleep. My mum held his head in her hands and we kept repeating that we were there for him and that we would not leave. And that everything is going to be okay.

I miss mine too D:
And I wasn’t here when she died because I was studying far away. But my father stayed with her, so it’s fine, I suppose.

(Source: distorin)