I recently just accepted aand getting back into the forum. I would like to start off with my first post being about something meaningful that many of you can relate too. I haven't been able to to process much so I figured this is either a great community to share this with or the worst haha.
Four years ago I purchased my best friend. You don't normally purchase your best friend but in this instance I did. He was a 10 pound English Bulldog named Bentley. He was 10 pounds of pure joy. I got him right when I moved out of my parents house and started college. It was a stressful time in my life and Bentley made everything okay. We moved cities, got a girlfriend and did our best to live. After two years of bonding and figuring each other out we were great.
Year three I proposed to my girlfiend and bought a house. Things were amazing, He slept all day long being a bulldog and snores in the bed which to me was a sign of relief that my boy was comfy. A few months ago he started to slow down which is weird for a 4 year old English bulldog from a really clean genetic line. Then progressively he started walking around as if he was drunk and his front legs weren't moving. I took him to the vet which referred him to a MRI vet who took an MRI. The MRI came back with 3 large masses in the brain which was putting pressure on something causing the limbs to not function.
The tumors were cancerous too. When I got this news I immediately broke down because I knew it was the end. After a month being without my guy I am starting to feel happy again and now getting my offer for work I feel a lot better. It's hard to get over stuff like this.
Anyways, that's it. Heavy as shit. My personal story about one of the most important things I have lost.