My Chow-Chow dog died tonight...
My brother took George to the vet because he was so weak this morning, he couldn't even stand up. He hadn't been eating for two days so Todd was already worried, and today was the last straw. We thought it might be stress from my mom and Todd moving house, but it was inoperable cancer in his lungs and stomach. There was nothing we could do. Nothing.
George is my favorite dog, the dog I cuddled with on the couch and tried to wrestle off me when he laid down on my book, trying to get in my lap. He always wanted to "Spock" or "walk" or "go for a thing." He always knew when someone was sad, and even though he had been horribly abused before we got him, and he was frequently nervous, he would come to your side when you needed a friend.
It's so hard to say goodbye.
It's so hard to watch the light leave my dog's eyes as he goes to sleep on his side for the last time.
I don't believe in heaven, but I do believe in an afterlife and that whatever power there is, whatever God is, dogs like George - true, loyal, sweet dogs, dogs who love their people fiercely and whom their people love fiercely - those dogs go to heaven.
I miss my Mister George. I have to convince myself what we did was right.
But I love my dog, and even if heaven is great, I wish he didn't have to go so soon.
George is my favorite dog, the dog I cuddled with on the couch and tried to wrestle off me when he laid down on my book, trying to get in my lap. He always wanted to "Spock" or "walk" or "go for a thing." He always knew when someone was sad, and even though he had been horribly abused before we got him, and he was frequently nervous, he would come to your side when you needed a friend.
It's so hard to say goodbye.
It's so hard to watch the light leave my dog's eyes as he goes to sleep on his side for the last time.
I don't believe in heaven, but I do believe in an afterlife and that whatever power there is, whatever God is, dogs like George - true, loyal, sweet dogs, dogs who love their people fiercely and whom their people love fiercely - those dogs go to heaven.
I miss my Mister George. I have to convince myself what we did was right.
But I love my dog, and even if heaven is great, I wish he didn't have to go so soon.