Today was so very hard for me...
Oh and it broke my heart to pieces,
And I questioned my own beliefs.
My dignity was gone,
But it's time to move on.
Beneath the shelter of the pouring rain
In the absence of this fear and pain
I will finally be my ball and chain...
Today was my only day off all month. I planned on sleeping in lazily, trying to get over my sudden onset of a cold. But my mom called me sometime around 7am saying that she was taking our family dog, Sparky, to the vet. For the last time. We had been planning for this on Thursday, but she moved it to today. I tried to fall back asleep but I just stared at the ceiling in disbelief. I've had Sparky since I was 6 years old. I love her very very much. And suddenly I couldn't pretend that what was going to happen wasn't reality anymore.
The entire time she was there she knew what was happening. She tried to get out the window. My large, hugable dalmation, tried to jump out the window of the examination room. She put her head in my lap and throatily whined at me...she knew I swear. And my mom and I laid there on the floor with her. They injected the shot and within 2 minutes my baby was gone. My mom and I were crying and petting her, cooing to her that we loved her, while the vet was listening to her heartbeat. She said "You guys....she's gone." And the past 12 years of my life went with her. I know most people will think I'm stupid, but I loved her so much. Rest in peace my sweet dog.
...a fond farewell