Remembering Wiley
It's the post that I knew would come at some point or another, admittedly, sooner than later. But it still doesn't make it any less painful or difficult. Not by a long shot... Our Wiley, our Bubba, our little buddy, our little gray boy, passed quietly and peacefully on New Years Eve 2025, in my arms and with Justin and I by his side, very soon after our return from Australia. About 36 hours before we were due to return home, I got a call from Kelly, who was staying in our house keeping an eye on things. She said Wiley just wasn't acting quite right, so I said go ahead and take him in. We basically left from the the airport, picked up our car in Lexington, and went straight to the vet. Our Our absolutely amazing vet, who very graciously let us in on a day they weren't even open so we could see him, explained everything that was happening. Justin and I said basically, "so what happens next?" And with tears in his eyes, our vet said, "I think it's time f...