This is just one of those life events that's just senseless tragedy. It's not like when I lost my job, or one of the relationship failures where it hurts, but it contains some sort of silver-lining by being learning experience or a chance for a new beginning, it's just pain. It would be hard under any circumstances, but all of this is happening in a time when I've already been barely hanging on by just a tiny thread. When I first started to realize this is happening I thought it might be the final blow that destroys me.
But as painful as it all is, I've been trying to be thankful. I'm obv not thankful that I lost a beloved companion so soon, but he was most likely born with this sickness, and this was his fate. I'm thankful that despite all odds me and this creature somehow crossed paths, and we got to spend this time together. I'm not saying he couldn't have had a decent life without me, but I'm confident that no one else could have loved him and valued him as much as I did. And I'm lucky to have known him, and to had his companionship through some of the darkest and loneliest days of my life. None of this makes losing him hurt less, but I guess it helps me make sense of it all moving forward.