I've been having a hard time getting up the courage to write this post. It feels as though if I don't blog about it, I can make it not true, although I know in my heart that it is true.
Ken is gone.
He went into heart failure last weekend, and had an overnight at the emergency vet hospital where they removed fluid from around his lungs. He never was 100% (or even 50%) once coming home, so he went back and it turns out his kidneys were going too.
I don't know how old he was. Between 5 and 8, I'd say. We've only had him for 18 months or so, but he was the most important thing in our lives.
He had so much love in him, for us, for Ellie, and for life. We'll miss him.