Last week we said goodbye to Basil.
When we found out Basil was sick, I knew then I did not want him to suffer at all.
I wanted him to be happy and comfortable for the rest of his days. We also knew that our time with Basil could be short.
It was. Way too short.
Our wonderful vet gave us a referral for a wonderful doctor who makes house calls. We set an appointment, and we celebrated Basil. He had a grilled burger for breakfast, we set out pillows and blankets, and we sat outside in the fresh morning sunshine. Basil played with a squeaky - a stuffed garlic.
Basil loved the burger. He chewed and squeaked that garlic, and he wagged. He was happy, just being with us. I was happy he was able to be comfortable and calm at home, rather than anxious in a clinical setting. I was so happy to be able to provide that for him.
Today would be Basil's birthday. This has been a very sad and quiet week for all of us, and today we celebrate him once again.
We love you, Sweet Basil Bud.