I should be more active.
Okay.
I believe I should be more active.
Oyah.
Well, I'm going to start posting more. *GASP*
And probably writing a lot more. I might take those little theme things and do one a day or something.
All of them will be YooSu, Darwin/Ell(OMC), or whatever the hell else I come up with. Like...Shinya/DaiDai or sth.
Anywho..
Bigger and more important news.
My dog died last night. He hardly had any energy to move...He walked into the garage with my dad last night to go to bed...and he was very weak...he was walking in a diagonal line, for Christ's sake...and he almost fell over... So my dad went to check on him in the middle of the night and my dog walked up to him and settled not too far away from him. This morning I asked my dad to go check on him. If Reoux died, I didn't want to be the first to see him. I knew he was dead. He had to be after his condition last night...
'Lo and behold..my father walks back in and tells me: "He died last night. He's in the same position he was in when I left him." His eyes were opened. He was stretched out. He looked like he was resting...just not breathing.
I'm glad he's dead, actually. He was in great pain and it's better that he had died peacefully last night. It makes me happy that after those hellish weeks, he was given mercy.
We tried bringing him inside...maybe he was just tired. But we all knew he wasn't. He wouldn't come in the house. He knew that I would bring him to my room, lift him into my bed, and let him fall asleep curled up against my shin. He wouldn't budge. He came to the door, walking in a wavy line and almost toppling over, ribs showing through his skin because he refused to eat, and licked my hand before turning around and walking away with my father. He said goodbye and that made me cry right there. I knew he'd be gone before morning.
This morning my father brought him to the Humane Society so they can put his body in a proper place. And my dad couldn't bear to take the dog's chain. He wanted to leave Reoux as he was. I wish I had his little green tag, yanno? The one dad ground Reoux's name into with a Dremel.
If I should ever get another dog, I want the exact same breed. I want a superblack black lab. Smaller breed.
We'll raise him to be sweet as hell, just as Reoux was. And as I'm writing this, I can't help but start to cry again.
He was my little brother and my child, my protector and the protected.
God, I miss him.
I believe I should be more active.
Oyah.
Well, I'm going to start posting more. *GASP*
And probably writing a lot more. I might take those little theme things and do one a day or something.
All of them will be YooSu, Darwin/Ell(OMC), or whatever the hell else I come up with. Like...Shinya/DaiDai or sth.
Anywho..
Bigger and more important news.
My dog died last night. He hardly had any energy to move...He walked into the garage with my dad last night to go to bed...and he was very weak...he was walking in a diagonal line, for Christ's sake...and he almost fell over... So my dad went to check on him in the middle of the night and my dog walked up to him and settled not too far away from him. This morning I asked my dad to go check on him. If Reoux died, I didn't want to be the first to see him. I knew he was dead. He had to be after his condition last night...
'Lo and behold..my father walks back in and tells me: "He died last night. He's in the same position he was in when I left him." His eyes were opened. He was stretched out. He looked like he was resting...just not breathing.
I'm glad he's dead, actually. He was in great pain and it's better that he had died peacefully last night. It makes me happy that after those hellish weeks, he was given mercy.
We tried bringing him inside...maybe he was just tired. But we all knew he wasn't. He wouldn't come in the house. He knew that I would bring him to my room, lift him into my bed, and let him fall asleep curled up against my shin. He wouldn't budge. He came to the door, walking in a wavy line and almost toppling over, ribs showing through his skin because he refused to eat, and licked my hand before turning around and walking away with my father. He said goodbye and that made me cry right there. I knew he'd be gone before morning.
This morning my father brought him to the Humane Society so they can put his body in a proper place. And my dad couldn't bear to take the dog's chain. He wanted to leave Reoux as he was. I wish I had his little green tag, yanno? The one dad ground Reoux's name into with a Dremel.
If I should ever get another dog, I want the exact same breed. I want a superblack black lab. Smaller breed.
We'll raise him to be sweet as hell, just as Reoux was. And as I'm writing this, I can't help but start to cry again.
He was my little brother and my child, my protector and the protected.
God, I miss him.