it’s been nearly two months since we had to put harper down and in some ways kris and i have started to move on. at the risk of being gratuitously morbid, i thought i’d share a picture from a few shots i took a couple of hours before taking him to the vet, which i just developed after staring at the roll for months.
i think it only slightly captures how both of us were feeling that afternoon.
pets are amazing and scary. it’s stupifying that i still occasionally think i can hear him roaming around the house.