Sweet little Annabelle is no longer with us.
My dad called this afternoon and said that she’d taken a pretty bad turn for the worse and he and Peter made the decision (with input from the vet, of course) to have her put down. I feel incredibly guilty for not being there with her at the end.
Annabelle has been part of my life since 2000. She was my girl. Now she’s gone.
That’s going to be a hard thing to deal with.
I feel really bad for my dad, too. He loved Annabelle. I’ve gone with my mom multiple times to have a kitty or dog put to sleep when it was time, but my dad has never had to do that. The abruptness with which they pass from life to death is a shock. I hope he’s doing okay.
RIP Bell-Bell. You were a unique, wonderful creature.