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my dog died this morning. it really was terrible. i didnt know how attatched i had become. i had all these plans for the future with my dog. i thought about all these things i would do and he would be there, we in our different stages of life.
he had been sick since friday early morning, throwing up and all that bad stuff. he just laid there all day and all night and all day and all night. then i took him to my parents' house last night so he could hang out outside and get it all out. i assumed he had eaten something bad and just needed to detox. this morning, my dad called me and told me that his dog (fred's brother) had died sometime in the night, and fred was looking pretty bad. we found an emergency vet and my dad assumed the financial responsibility. fred was getting worse by the minute and while i was alone with him in the exam room, i told him that he had been a good dog and that it was okay if he had to go now. i named off everyone who loved him and told him to relax. when the doc came in, she said what i knew she was going to say, but with a lot more specifics. if i had had about 8 grand, he would have had less that a 50% chance of living. but i didnt have any money so i chose the put-him-to-sleep option. she said that was the kindest thing to do. i couldn't hardly speak, to be honest with you. my dad took care of everything, which was very kind.
i say attatched, but really, i loved him. he was one of my best friends. i am a sap.
he had been sick since friday early morning, throwing up and all that bad stuff. he just laid there all day and all night and all day and all night. then i took him to my parents' house last night so he could hang out outside and get it all out. i assumed he had eaten something bad and just needed to detox. this morning, my dad called me and told me that his dog (fred's brother) had died sometime in the night, and fred was looking pretty bad. we found an emergency vet and my dad assumed the financial responsibility. fred was getting worse by the minute and while i was alone with him in the exam room, i told him that he had been a good dog and that it was okay if he had to go now. i named off everyone who loved him and told him to relax. when the doc came in, she said what i knew she was going to say, but with a lot more specifics. if i had had about 8 grand, he would have had less that a 50% chance of living. but i didnt have any money so i chose the put-him-to-sleep option. she said that was the kindest thing to do. i couldn't hardly speak, to be honest with you. my dad took care of everything, which was very kind.
i say attatched, but really, i loved him. he was one of my best friends. i am a sap.