The countdown for Noah is over. Saturday, Monika (his foster mommy), went out to feed him and found he was stumbling and kept lying down. She took him immediately to the vet and found he had a neurological disorder. He had to be put to sleep.
I know he wasn't mine yet, but I can't help but feel like a part of the family is missing already. He will always hold a place in my heart. It doesn't seem fair.
It's probably the grimmest reminder one can have that life often doesn't work out as we hoped or planned.
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