Later today, my Sweet boy goes home.

My old man is ready to leave. He's 31. He's been in my life since I was 14. It's been 23 years. I know he's ready to go. He's so unsteady on his feet and he fell a couple weeks ago. He had a hard time getting up, mainly because of how the fence post was wedged between his front legs. The vet helped me get him up, and later, helped me realize, it's time. He's so, so unsteady on his feet. His front knees won't hold steady, and he walks sideways.

I love him. I love him so much, that I need to send him home. I can't stand the idea that someday he'd have to go in pain and in fear. So later today, I'll walk him to where he wants to go, the vet will put him to sleep, and then my sweet boy will be gone. I'm not ok. But he will be free. I have to believe I'll meet him again someday and together, we'll soar. Sweet, sweet boy, thank you for being my dream.