God. Fucking. Dammit.
This is bullshit.
Luna (Chihuahua pictured) left us less than 4 months ago. And now, Hunter left us tonight.
No, wrong. Luna was sick and had to be put down. Hunter was stolen from us. Something killed him. It is the most candid I will be. Real life isn't always poetic, and not everything runs it's course in a way that's fair.
I... Will try to not be too brutal with the details.
So, I was already up tonight because of my anxiety. At 3:20 ish I hear screaming. I think I'm imagining it at first, but I realized it was my niece Alondra screaming at the top of her lungs. I leave my room, and Esmeralda is crying saying Hunter is gone. I am not getting too much info, but I go outside and see them in the backyard weeping together. And... Hunter is in the grass not alive anymore. Something fatally wounded him. I will leave this as it is. I don't know what it could have been. Maybe a coyote, but how did it get in the yard? And by that point how would it have gotten out?
These pics are blurry, because I took this through screen door while Hunter was playing with Buddy.
He was a Pomeranian/Chihuahua mix.
It's currently 5:18 AM, and marks the earliest I've written one of these up. I can't do shit though. I was already up, and now between the grief of knowing our little floof ball has passed away, versus the adrenaline of having to protect his body from further abuse, I am absolutely not fucking sleeping tonight.
Even more so than when Luna had to get put down. We knew Luna was sick. Esmeralda took her to the hospital, and got to say goodbye to her.
Alondra didn't get that luxury. And that's why the whole family is shook right now.
It's not fair, and we tried to make her feel better, but nothing will right now.
I'm done. I don't have anything to add to this post.