The hardest Goodbye ever

(I didn't have a picture with her because the machine died when it was my turn. Lucky me, hum? That's my middle brother, Carlos. He was in time to get a pic with her)

Yesterday we arrived home and my dad said he wanted to talk to us (to me and to my two brothers) about Lala. He said he was taking her to the clinic today, so she could die in peace and with no pain. I told you I knew he was thinking about it but I was surprised because it was so fast! I was not expecting we had to let go of her from one day to another, as it happened. 

My little brother, Zé, started crying and it crushed my heart seeing him like that. He didn't understand why we had to "make her sleep if she didn't want to". But I explained to him very carefully and the best I could that we couldn't be selfish and all of that stuff.

So, today, at 10.40am, I was in physical education class when I received a message from my dad telling me "I just buried her. She's in Peace now". I saw it latter, by noon or something.

I spent the day not in a good mood, my eyes were red and swollen because of the crying night I'd had. 

And now, I got home, and encountered it empty and sad. Her little bed was no longer there and the place was all cleaned. It is official: she's gone. 

And I know that, now, the pain is over. Hers and ours.

We're all gonna be fine.