My dog..
I don't mean my homie....my dawg...I mean my pet dog Rocky I've had since I was 9 years old. What a great day I've had...
Let me tell you about it. My day started off with my plans: going to the tattoo expo. I was midly excited. Excited because I knew I'd get to see a few of my friends. Other than that, the expo can be hella boring unless your getting drunk as fuck and can sleep at the hotel. Anyways...Let me tell you a side note:
Rocky, as you can tell, is an old man. At about 14 years old, he's getting up there. Recently in the last year or two he got arthritis and had a lot of issues getting up, he'd be in a lot of pain. We've been giving him some pain medication for it, and usually after it he's cool and moving around ok. The last couple days, not so much. He's pretty much been laying in the same spot only getting up for food and water..
So, I'm getting ready to go to the expo. My mom is laying with him on the floor and my dad was telling me they were going to take him to the vet. I said "ok" because I figured they were going to take him to make sure he's ok and not like having anything wrong since he hasn't been getting up. So I leave. I'm 10 minutes away from my house, I get a phone call from my sister. She says "ya know mom is really pissed off that you left because they are going to put Rocky to sleep". I was floored. I wasn't expecting it. I started to cry hysterically in my car about this shit, and I just couldn't believe it. I was on the phone with my friend Kristen at the time so I had to call my sister back after I told Kristen what was going on. I find out where the place is and start to head over there, basically in tears the whole way. My mom calls and asks where I'm at, and I tell her and she wants me to meet them (being my dad, her and Rocky). I said I can just meet up with them at the place and she says "I'd rather you ride with us". Also another quick short side note: my parents tend to be overdramatic and ridiculous when it comes to this sort of thing, and in turn always somehow make me feel worse because I start to feel like I don't care enough or something because of their reaction. I mean, honestly, the first 4 or 5 years we had him, he slept in my bed with me. I fed him and everything. The last couple years I've been the only one giving him and our other dog Amber bathes and haircuts. So I've been doing all the work for my pets and these fucks don't do shit. Until they think their going to die. Then they start crying and all this fucking shit, as if they did enough with him to form some sort of relationship with him. He was MY DOG!!!! Anyways, so riding with them was a mess. Getting to the place it was a mess. I'm hiding outside the room, and they are in their with him and they're crying and shaking signing papers and such. I just keep thinking to myself "is this the only time you care about him?" I was just getting really bitter and upset and crying enough as it is. Bitter mostly because I felt my mom was giving me shit for something I didn't even know or whatever. Reguardless, they were making me feel worse. So I called my sister Christy to figure out when she'd be there. Luckily she wasn't far. Her being there kind of helped me because I just need someone that is a little bit more calm. So, they say they are going to do it soon and I say goodbye to my best friend. That was the hardest part to look at him and know I'm never going to see him again. I know he hurt, but I really felt he could have more fight in him. I walk outside and just sit by myself because its just the way I deal with things. I need alone time for tragedy. I hate hate hate hate hate to deal with other peoples emotions when I'm in the same situation. I just have to get out. If I had my choice, I would've left at that moment to go to Tampa or somewhere far away like that just to spend a couple days alone. Supposedly he already died before they even gave him the injection. I don't think I believe that...or maybe he gave up since everyone gave up on him. I dont know. All I know is this was one of the shittiest days in my life. I really hope my birthday party goes off without a hitch because this shit and my birthday will be putting me down into a really deep depression. By the way, if you dont see me online for a while, you know why. Anyway, I needed to write about this. I don't care if anyone doesn't read this, and I don't care if you think I'm a big fucking pussy for feeling all of this. I just needed to say something.
Goodbye Rocky RIP
Let me tell you about it. My day started off with my plans: going to the tattoo expo. I was midly excited. Excited because I knew I'd get to see a few of my friends. Other than that, the expo can be hella boring unless your getting drunk as fuck and can sleep at the hotel. Anyways...Let me tell you a side note:
Rocky, as you can tell, is an old man. At about 14 years old, he's getting up there. Recently in the last year or two he got arthritis and had a lot of issues getting up, he'd be in a lot of pain. We've been giving him some pain medication for it, and usually after it he's cool and moving around ok. The last couple days, not so much. He's pretty much been laying in the same spot only getting up for food and water..
So, I'm getting ready to go to the expo. My mom is laying with him on the floor and my dad was telling me they were going to take him to the vet. I said "ok" because I figured they were going to take him to make sure he's ok and not like having anything wrong since he hasn't been getting up. So I leave. I'm 10 minutes away from my house, I get a phone call from my sister. She says "ya know mom is really pissed off that you left because they are going to put Rocky to sleep". I was floored. I wasn't expecting it. I started to cry hysterically in my car about this shit, and I just couldn't believe it. I was on the phone with my friend Kristen at the time so I had to call my sister back after I told Kristen what was going on. I find out where the place is and start to head over there, basically in tears the whole way. My mom calls and asks where I'm at, and I tell her and she wants me to meet them (being my dad, her and Rocky). I said I can just meet up with them at the place and she says "I'd rather you ride with us". Also another quick short side note: my parents tend to be overdramatic and ridiculous when it comes to this sort of thing, and in turn always somehow make me feel worse because I start to feel like I don't care enough or something because of their reaction. I mean, honestly, the first 4 or 5 years we had him, he slept in my bed with me. I fed him and everything. The last couple years I've been the only one giving him and our other dog Amber bathes and haircuts. So I've been doing all the work for my pets and these fucks don't do shit. Until they think their going to die. Then they start crying and all this fucking shit, as if they did enough with him to form some sort of relationship with him. He was MY DOG!!!! Anyways, so riding with them was a mess. Getting to the place it was a mess. I'm hiding outside the room, and they are in their with him and they're crying and shaking signing papers and such. I just keep thinking to myself "is this the only time you care about him?" I was just getting really bitter and upset and crying enough as it is. Bitter mostly because I felt my mom was giving me shit for something I didn't even know or whatever. Reguardless, they were making me feel worse. So I called my sister Christy to figure out when she'd be there. Luckily she wasn't far. Her being there kind of helped me because I just need someone that is a little bit more calm. So, they say they are going to do it soon and I say goodbye to my best friend. That was the hardest part to look at him and know I'm never going to see him again. I know he hurt, but I really felt he could have more fight in him. I walk outside and just sit by myself because its just the way I deal with things. I need alone time for tragedy. I hate hate hate hate hate to deal with other peoples emotions when I'm in the same situation. I just have to get out. If I had my choice, I would've left at that moment to go to Tampa or somewhere far away like that just to spend a couple days alone. Supposedly he already died before they even gave him the injection. I don't think I believe that...or maybe he gave up since everyone gave up on him. I dont know. All I know is this was one of the shittiest days in my life. I really hope my birthday party goes off without a hitch because this shit and my birthday will be putting me down into a really deep depression. By the way, if you dont see me online for a while, you know why. Anyway, I needed to write about this. I don't care if anyone doesn't read this, and I don't care if you think I'm a big fucking pussy for feeling all of this. I just needed to say something.
Goodbye Rocky RIP