A Note
George's eulogy didn't capture all of his warmth.
I broke down in the vet's office in a way that I didn't even think was possible for me. It was the difference between being sad and grieving, and even now, thinking about him touches a raw place in me that is very, very painful.
I've struggled for weeks to write the eulogy, because I couldn't write more than a few sentences without getting upset. I didn't want to wait any longer, though, so I resolved to do the best I could and say goodbye. It doesn't really do him justice, though.
I'll have some pictures tomorrow.
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