sadness
My dog just died.
My sister called me a minute ago, sobbing uncontrollably. She had been pretty sick, my dad was giving her the pneumonia pills and she stopped breathing. She was getting pretty old, but was still was as lively as ever. It's terrible to pass so suddenly.
Like most pets, she was a part of the family; Sharlot Webb. RIP Nov 17, 2006
Edit : Here's what my sister wrote about what happened.
I should have never let her slip away.
I just keep thinking I'm going to wake up and this is going to be a bad dream. that I'm still asleep on the couch with my puppy in my arms the two of us sleeping. but i know its not. I know what happens. I wake up, put the dog in my dads room, he comes in, takes her, gives her her medicine, and she dies. I know my dad blames himself for what happened. and he really shouldnt. sharlot was old, sure, other than one lung being completely full of liquid, and the other lung only having like half its breathing room because first they told us it was just a cold, then that cold became pneumonia. I freaked out on my friends because they'd made me rush home to get ready, they actually wanted me to get off early, and they ditched me. which i'm so thankful for. I got to spend the last two hours of my puppy's life with her. she was only out of my site for two minutes when she died. she died exactly at midnight. my paernts tried for twenty minutes to try to reccessitate her. and it worked for a minute. but then it quit. I knew at 1202 after i'd already could hear from my room that she wasnt breathing, when my dad said donnell come here, I knew. I ran down the hall and saw her in his arms limp as a ragdoll. I cried so hard i couldnt breathe. I almost choked five or six times and just felt so nausaues. i dont know how to spelll today. it was bound to happen. I'd been asking my mom all night about what if she died. I didnt expect her though to die the same night i talked so much about it. my dad started to dig, and my mom was to be finding a box for her. its not like you can flush a 20 pound dog down the toilet. i had calmed down for enough time that i wanted to smoke, and when i walked through, she was still on the couch, uncovered, for all to see, so i of course freak out. once i'm done smoking i walk back to my room to cry. i go out and just kneeled in front of the box and cried. I cried so much and told her how good of a puppy she really was. because she was the best damn dog ever. sure, shes the only dog we've ever had. but she was the best. I'd do anything to have her back. I heard crying, checked my mom and it wasnt her. it was my dad. he was balling so hard when he came inside to get her to burry her. i was like dad its okay, and he was like crying saying how he should have left her alone, let her skip her pills and that she'd still be here. he realyl thinks he killed my dog. our dog. the family dog. my mom didnt start crying because she was in so much shock until I'd told her that one of the first people i called was bubba. and thats when she broke and couldnt stop the flood, she was like sharlot loved mark james so much, which is true, he was her favorite. I need to finish ranting some other time, I have a drs appointment in a half hour.
My sister called me a minute ago, sobbing uncontrollably. She had been pretty sick, my dad was giving her the pneumonia pills and she stopped breathing. She was getting pretty old, but was still was as lively as ever. It's terrible to pass so suddenly.
Like most pets, she was a part of the family; Sharlot Webb. RIP Nov 17, 2006
Edit : Here's what my sister wrote about what happened.
I should have never let her slip away.
I just keep thinking I'm going to wake up and this is going to be a bad dream. that I'm still asleep on the couch with my puppy in my arms the two of us sleeping. but i know its not. I know what happens. I wake up, put the dog in my dads room, he comes in, takes her, gives her her medicine, and she dies. I know my dad blames himself for what happened. and he really shouldnt. sharlot was old, sure, other than one lung being completely full of liquid, and the other lung only having like half its breathing room because first they told us it was just a cold, then that cold became pneumonia. I freaked out on my friends because they'd made me rush home to get ready, they actually wanted me to get off early, and they ditched me. which i'm so thankful for. I got to spend the last two hours of my puppy's life with her. she was only out of my site for two minutes when she died. she died exactly at midnight. my paernts tried for twenty minutes to try to reccessitate her. and it worked for a minute. but then it quit. I knew at 1202 after i'd already could hear from my room that she wasnt breathing, when my dad said donnell come here, I knew. I ran down the hall and saw her in his arms limp as a ragdoll. I cried so hard i couldnt breathe. I almost choked five or six times and just felt so nausaues. i dont know how to spelll today. it was bound to happen. I'd been asking my mom all night about what if she died. I didnt expect her though to die the same night i talked so much about it. my dad started to dig, and my mom was to be finding a box for her. its not like you can flush a 20 pound dog down the toilet. i had calmed down for enough time that i wanted to smoke, and when i walked through, she was still on the couch, uncovered, for all to see, so i of course freak out. once i'm done smoking i walk back to my room to cry. i go out and just kneeled in front of the box and cried. I cried so much and told her how good of a puppy she really was. because she was the best damn dog ever. sure, shes the only dog we've ever had. but she was the best. I'd do anything to have her back. I heard crying, checked my mom and it wasnt her. it was my dad. he was balling so hard when he came inside to get her to burry her. i was like dad its okay, and he was like crying saying how he should have left her alone, let her skip her pills and that she'd still be here. he realyl thinks he killed my dog. our dog. the family dog. my mom didnt start crying because she was in so much shock until I'd told her that one of the first people i called was bubba. and thats when she broke and couldnt stop the flood, she was like sharlot loved mark james so much, which is true, he was her favorite. I need to finish ranting some other time, I have a drs appointment in a half hour.