RIP buddy. you lived a great life and i will always love you. my buddy ole pal
R.I.P buddy. 9-28-91 9-6-05
my dog hadent been himself lately. slowing going blind and deaf i knew his time was running out. my parents treated him like crap and kicked him around. the other weekend when i was up north my dog ran up to a strangers truck and would not back off and my dad went over to get him. the dog would not come so my dad picked him up. my dog dont like to be picked up and he bit my dad. not hard or anything but my dad got pissed and threw him into the ground. i thought he killed him but he seeemed fine. after that he limped really bad and it got worse. he stopped eating and running around. then he started drooling and you could tell he needed to go to the vet. my parents went up north this past weekend and they took the dog with him. he started to get really bad. my dad tried to take him off into the woods and shoot him. my mom wouldent let him. when they got back i seen how bad he was. i asked my dad if we could take him to the vet. he said no he would not waste the money. after a few days my mom finally convinced him to let us take him to the vet when she gave up her cancer recheck. because that is expensive. that was stupid of her but buddy was suffering bad and my dad has no heart. so after school today i helped put him in the car and took him to the vet. we waited for 3 hours to be seen. i knew what was coming and i got to say my goodbyes. it was the hardest thing i ever had to do in my whole life. he looked fine. if only my parents would spend the money to get him looked at. the doc came in and said that he wrenched his back bad.(happened when my dad threw him) that they could try to fix him but he would never be the same. and once he said that i knew it. my mom shook her head yes and he had to be put down. i was crying so hard. holding him in my arms. the one time in his life he actually let me give him a hug. they gave him a seditative. he slowly relaxed as it took effect. i held him then he came in and gave him the shot. i hugged him as he slipped away. it was so hard. i hope he goes to doggie heaven. cuz lord knows he deserves it. he lived a good life. he will always be my buddy ole pall. heh i used to always sing that to him when i first got him when i was 4. just starting kindgarden... i will never forget. all the good memories.. its like loosing part of my family. hurts so bad. i had to carry him home and dig the hole to bury him.
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my dog hadent been himself lately. slowing going blind and deaf i knew his time was running out. my parents treated him like crap and kicked him around. the other weekend when i was up north my dog ran up to a strangers truck and would not back off and my dad went over to get him. the dog would not come so my dad picked him up. my dog dont like to be picked up and he bit my dad. not hard or anything but my dad got pissed and threw him into the ground. i thought he killed him but he seeemed fine. after that he limped really bad and it got worse. he stopped eating and running around. then he started drooling and you could tell he needed to go to the vet. my parents went up north this past weekend and they took the dog with him. he started to get really bad. my dad tried to take him off into the woods and shoot him. my mom wouldent let him. when they got back i seen how bad he was. i asked my dad if we could take him to the vet. he said no he would not waste the money. after a few days my mom finally convinced him to let us take him to the vet when she gave up her cancer recheck. because that is expensive. that was stupid of her but buddy was suffering bad and my dad has no heart. so after school today i helped put him in the car and took him to the vet. we waited for 3 hours to be seen. i knew what was coming and i got to say my goodbyes. it was the hardest thing i ever had to do in my whole life. he looked fine. if only my parents would spend the money to get him looked at. the doc came in and said that he wrenched his back bad.(happened when my dad threw him) that they could try to fix him but he would never be the same. and once he said that i knew it. my mom shook her head yes and he had to be put down. i was crying so hard. holding him in my arms. the one time in his life he actually let me give him a hug. they gave him a seditative. he slowly relaxed as it took effect. i held him then he came in and gave him the shot. i hugged him as he slipped away. it was so hard. i hope he goes to doggie heaven. cuz lord knows he deserves it. he lived a good life. he will always be my buddy ole pall. heh i used to always sing that to him when i first got him when i was 4. just starting kindgarden... i will never forget. all the good memories.. its like loosing part of my family. hurts so bad. i had to carry him home and dig the hole to bury him.
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