The happiest boy in Autumn 🧡 🍂 Without a miracle, this will be my last Fall season with my baby boy, Apollo. As I type that, I don’t want to believe it, I don’t want to write it, I don’t even want to think about it but part of getting a diagnosis like this is you get to grieve while your dog is still alive. It’s brutal, it’s unfair, but so is losing them all of a sudden with no warning. No matter what, it’s not easy. It’s not something you want to go through, it’s unfortunately just a part of life on earth. So you start to remember all the good times you’ve had, you start to grieve all the moments and times in your life you haven’t had yet - I truly envisioned Apollo living til 16 and meeting my kid(s). I pictured him loving on them and protecting them. Growing old as they are young. Being by my side until it was time to say goodbye. I love this dog. I joke that I birthed him and he’s my kid. There’s so many adventures we’ve been on, multiple state moves (Texas —> Colorado —>...