I am not usually one for sharing emotions, I like to keep those all nice and tidy to myself but this is really weighing on my heart and I thought perhaps sharing it would help me.
On Friday night we found out that my grandparents dog, Buster, had passed away.
He originally was my grandfathers brothers dog but when he became ill my grandparents took him on. After my great-uncle passed Buster spent the week with my grandparents and the weekend with my uncle’s widow.
Since Mr. H and I lived at my grandparents it felt like he was our dog too and those first few hard months in America Buster was real bright spot for Mr. H.
He is now going to be cremated and put alongside by uncle, in the picture below you can see they used to take him with them when they visited the grave.
Ironically my grandparents recently just started taking care of my aunts dog who is blind which now seems like it came at a perfect time.
When we Skyped with my grandparents last night my grandpa told the story in a real straightforward way but you could see him and my grandmother were really upset about the whole thing and I so wish I could be there to hug them.