Good Night, Oreo.
Oreo, the family dog we got when I was 11, is going to be put down this week.
My family got together yesterday, to brew 1/2 of the beer for the wedding, and as kind of a goodbye for the old dog. It was so, so sad to see her. She's doing so bad, she hardly eats or drinks anything, she can't stand, she can't see or hear much, and it seems like everything hurts her. I've never seen the expression "just skin and bones" look so real before. And considering what a fat little thing she'd always been, it was really hard seeing her so skinny.
She's been doing pretty bad for a while, but this final turn for the worse happened last week, when my mom was out of town, and my dad didn't want to put her down without my mom there. My parents have been saying she was going to die soon since before I went to Scotland, but now I actually believe them.
We were all trying to have a good time anyway, and joke around, because that's what we do. My mom was crying on & off. It was pretty surreal. I lost it a little bit when I was saying goodbye to Oreo though, and today I'm having a tough time with it. It was easier to accept her dying when I was there looking at her and seeing how bad it was, but now whenever I think about her it's just images of her as a puppy, or wrestling with her as she got older. She hated it when you messed with her feet.
I'm really gonna miss her.
My family got together yesterday, to brew 1/2 of the beer for the wedding, and as kind of a goodbye for the old dog. It was so, so sad to see her. She's doing so bad, she hardly eats or drinks anything, she can't stand, she can't see or hear much, and it seems like everything hurts her. I've never seen the expression "just skin and bones" look so real before. And considering what a fat little thing she'd always been, it was really hard seeing her so skinny.
She's been doing pretty bad for a while, but this final turn for the worse happened last week, when my mom was out of town, and my dad didn't want to put her down without my mom there. My parents have been saying she was going to die soon since before I went to Scotland, but now I actually believe them.
We were all trying to have a good time anyway, and joke around, because that's what we do. My mom was crying on & off. It was pretty surreal. I lost it a little bit when I was saying goodbye to Oreo though, and today I'm having a tough time with it. It was easier to accept her dying when I was there looking at her and seeing how bad it was, but now whenever I think about her it's just images of her as a puppy, or wrestling with her as she got older. She hated it when you messed with her feet.
I'm really gonna miss her.