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Friday night my Rebel dog was hit by a car. He broke his back, and cut his spinal cord. The impact didn't kill my baby, so I had to drive him and hour to Havelock to be put down.
I lost my mind from the moment I first saw him on the road, and I didn't really come around again until he was with the doctor.
From what I'm told, I ran screaming to his side. I cried. I vomited. I begged Patrick not to let him die. I begged him not to die. I cussed the woman who hit him. I then must have tired, and simply lay on the ground sobbing.
I know this all seems a bit melodramatic, but this was my baby boy. I haven't felt this bad in a long time. And I guess I should just be happy that I had him at all. I know everyone says their dog is the best dog in the world, but mine truly was a special animal. Everyone that met him simply fell in love. He was so easy-going, and loving. The only time he ever barked was to protect Patrick, and especially me; or to taunt Kennedy into playing with him. His ears flopped when he ran. He smiled, I swear. He snored at night. And spooned me in the mornings after Patrick had gotten up. He was a beautiful, beautiful boy. And I don't know how anything will be the same without him. He waited for me in the evenings, and he was always so happy to see me no matter how I'd acted when I last saw him. And yes, I know this is all very trite. And yes, I know he was just a dog. But I'm truly hurt. And I hate myself for letting him out. And I'm truly pissed at the world.
I know this will get better from past heartbreaks. But this is one of the worst I've ever had, honestly.
http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n293/lnj3981/rebel2.jpg
I lost my mind from the moment I first saw him on the road, and I didn't really come around again until he was with the doctor.
From what I'm told, I ran screaming to his side. I cried. I vomited. I begged Patrick not to let him die. I begged him not to die. I cussed the woman who hit him. I then must have tired, and simply lay on the ground sobbing.
I know this all seems a bit melodramatic, but this was my baby boy. I haven't felt this bad in a long time. And I guess I should just be happy that I had him at all. I know everyone says their dog is the best dog in the world, but mine truly was a special animal. Everyone that met him simply fell in love. He was so easy-going, and loving. The only time he ever barked was to protect Patrick, and especially me; or to taunt Kennedy into playing with him. His ears flopped when he ran. He smiled, I swear. He snored at night. And spooned me in the mornings after Patrick had gotten up. He was a beautiful, beautiful boy. And I don't know how anything will be the same without him. He waited for me in the evenings, and he was always so happy to see me no matter how I'd acted when I last saw him. And yes, I know this is all very trite. And yes, I know he was just a dog. But I'm truly hurt. And I hate myself for letting him out. And I'm truly pissed at the world.
I know this will get better from past heartbreaks. But this is one of the worst I've ever had, honestly.
http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n293/lnj3981/rebel2.jpg
