I was kinda fine until we were walking into the room and I heard my mom start crying. And Bönze (our dog) let her hold her for the first time in a long time. It was like she knew what was happening.
Then my brothers started crying and I've never seen them cry before.
And when it was actually happening, my oldest brother started sobbing and I lost it.
When my mom said, "She's gone," my brother and I lost it. Again.
And I rode home with my brother and his girlfriend.
So this is basically an appreciation post for her.