Bruno died last night. I saw him lying in the hallway next to his litter box and when I went to pet him, I realized he wasn’t breathing.
I’ve been crying all morning. Scott is so devastated, since Bruno was really his and he’s had him since 2000.
Since mid-January, I lost one of the cats and one of the dogs I grew up with, and now Bruno.
I can’t deal with any more of this.