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When I was around 8th grade, in my angsty time when I thought I had the worst life in the world, I got in a fight with my mother. I remember crying my eyes out and walking out to my back porch, where my dog was. I sat down on the back step, and Bandit walked over to me, and laid his head on my knee, just like he knew how upset I was. I remember telling him "Bandit, you're the only one who loves me!"
Another time, just this last summer, at my brother's graduation party, I was sitting next to my father. Just to be a jerkface, I said to my father, "Bandit is the only male I need in my life". I truly meant that.
Well, the only only one I used to think loved me, the only male I need in my life, died today. Or rather, we put him to sleep.
I only worked a few hours today, because Brandon let me go home early so I could go shopping with my sister before she left for school. Well, when I got home, Sarah told me that Bandit "wasn't doing well". We took him to the vet, who informed us that Bandit had a huge cancerous mass, I think on his spleen (I don't know, I was too busy crying my eyes out to pay attention to the particulars), and that if we had surgery (which he probably wouldn't recover from, it would only add a few weeks on to his life. So my mom and I made the decision that it was time to let him go. I said goodbye, after deciding that I couldn't stay while they did the injection.
So I left him alone, with the nurses to die. In his last moments I was still just thinking of myself, and how upset it would cause me to be to see him die. I already regret it.
Another time, just this last summer, at my brother's graduation party, I was sitting next to my father. Just to be a jerkface, I said to my father, "Bandit is the only male I need in my life". I truly meant that.
Well, the only only one I used to think loved me, the only male I need in my life, died today. Or rather, we put him to sleep.
I only worked a few hours today, because Brandon let me go home early so I could go shopping with my sister before she left for school. Well, when I got home, Sarah told me that Bandit "wasn't doing well". We took him to the vet, who informed us that Bandit had a huge cancerous mass, I think on his spleen (I don't know, I was too busy crying my eyes out to pay attention to the particulars), and that if we had surgery (which he probably wouldn't recover from, it would only add a few weeks on to his life. So my mom and I made the decision that it was time to let him go. I said goodbye, after deciding that I couldn't stay while they did the injection.
So I left him alone, with the nurses to die. In his last moments I was still just thinking of myself, and how upset it would cause me to be to see him die. I already regret it.