Every dog has its day
I don't know what to think right now. Zack wasn't here when I woke up this morning, because my mom'd taken him to the vet and had him put to sleep. She hadn't told me, or even known herself that she was going to, because if she had she wouldn't have been able to do it. He'd gone ballistic in the vet waiting room at a cat that was there, and when my mom'd told the vets that he'd killed cats before and that we were moving, they convinced her that he'd be a liability, and so.. he was put to sleep, I guess after the check-up.
My mom's been crying, I'm no good with consoling people, though. Craig's been calling and he didn't seem to take to well to the idea that Zack was gone, but.. there wasn't really any other choice. Zack'd had two homes before us, both times he was kicked out for killing their cats. He killed our neighbor's cat, though they luckily didn't press charges. There are a lot of cats around where we're moving to in Pennsylvania, so..
I know he wasn't a good dog. He didn't listen, he was about as disobedient as a dog can get, he was annoying, but still I'm going to feel pangs every time I call the puppies in or out, because I won't be saying "Milly, Roo, Zack, in-in-in!" I'll still scan the yard for three dogs every time and come up one short now. I guess it'll be a long time before it really settles in that he's actually gone, though I guess the move helps with that. Usually does.
I know I got to hold him and pet him a lot when we had him, but I never got to hold him for the last time, I never petted him knowing that it would be the last time, and I guess that'll always irk me. Living with us was the best time of his life from what I understand, several acres of fenced in woods to doze around in all day, running through national forest for a few miles a couple times a week.
Just in front of the first tire there is the spot where Zack used to lay, you can see where the dirt's turned up into a little nest. He used to sit there during the day and peer out at me with his ears perked up when I'd walk out of the trailer to go to the bathroom. Just something I took to remember him by, before the rain and wind makes the spot dissappear.
My mom's been crying, I'm no good with consoling people, though. Craig's been calling and he didn't seem to take to well to the idea that Zack was gone, but.. there wasn't really any other choice. Zack'd had two homes before us, both times he was kicked out for killing their cats. He killed our neighbor's cat, though they luckily didn't press charges. There are a lot of cats around where we're moving to in Pennsylvania, so..
I know he wasn't a good dog. He didn't listen, he was about as disobedient as a dog can get, he was annoying, but still I'm going to feel pangs every time I call the puppies in or out, because I won't be saying "Milly, Roo, Zack, in-in-in!" I'll still scan the yard for three dogs every time and come up one short now. I guess it'll be a long time before it really settles in that he's actually gone, though I guess the move helps with that. Usually does.
I know I got to hold him and pet him a lot when we had him, but I never got to hold him for the last time, I never petted him knowing that it would be the last time, and I guess that'll always irk me. Living with us was the best time of his life from what I understand, several acres of fenced in woods to doze around in all day, running through national forest for a few miles a couple times a week.
Just in front of the first tire there is the spot where Zack used to lay, you can see where the dirt's turned up into a little nest. He used to sit there during the day and peer out at me with his ears perked up when I'd walk out of the trailer to go to the bathroom. Just something I took to remember him by, before the rain and wind makes the spot dissappear.