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quick update.
for my birthday my parents got me a baby. an 8 week old long haired tea cup chihuahua that i named Pudge. the breeders he was purchased from gave us a 72-hour health guarantee, that we could get our money back if there were any problems diagnosed by a vet within 72 hours of his purchase.
for three days i romped and played with my baby, got so tired we took naps in the middle of the day together, i'd lay in bed and he crawled up and passed out on my chest or tummy, or shoulders, or under my pit. it was a match made in heaven. since the vet is closed on sunday i took him monday, where the doctor found that he had only one normal testicle, the other is M.I.A.
a normal neuter would be about a hundred and so bucks, but since his right ball is somewhere in his upper abdomen it'd be a serious surgery, and mega bucks. when my mom found out, she insisted we take him back for a refund. she didn't want to pay for the surgery, she didn't like that we were sold "a defective puppy," and she'd apparently wanted to breed him someday, which I did not, and he was MY puppy. But anyway..
at about 6pm on monday, i had to give up my perfect baby, that I had waited so many years to have. and after only 4 days. i was completely attached to him, and was so happy that i had something that i knew was going to be in my life for many, many years.. or so i thought. I can't remember the last time i cried so hard, or for so long.
i'm an empty shell right now. i've been numb all day. all last night. in the past 30 hours i've had 1/2 a cinnamon bun, a piece of toast, a few cheerios, and a rice cake. i feel sick to my stomach and am in unbelievable pain. i wouldnt wish this feeling on my worst enemy.
on monday after i found out we had to give him back, i called mike (who was out with his friends) bawling my eyes out while cuddling Pudge, i could barely speak, and mike didn't have service on his phone so he could hardly hear me. however, about 10 minutes later he was at my front door to see what was wrong. if he hadn't come over i think i could have died.
i dont know when i'll ever get over this. i dont know how i can. i was filled with a happiness that is indescribable all the while i had him, and just as suddenly as i got him.. he's gone. i can't believe i have to be without him. i am so worried about where he will end up now, MY baby.. in someone else's home? put down because he's defective? i'm horrified and cry at the thought.
all day i was wrapped up in the blanket i put him in to sleep in my bed with. people tell me to get over it. and i want to. but i cant.
i still feel like i could fall over and die.
i wouldn't mind.
for my birthday my parents got me a baby. an 8 week old long haired tea cup chihuahua that i named Pudge. the breeders he was purchased from gave us a 72-hour health guarantee, that we could get our money back if there were any problems diagnosed by a vet within 72 hours of his purchase.
for three days i romped and played with my baby, got so tired we took naps in the middle of the day together, i'd lay in bed and he crawled up and passed out on my chest or tummy, or shoulders, or under my pit. it was a match made in heaven. since the vet is closed on sunday i took him monday, where the doctor found that he had only one normal testicle, the other is M.I.A.
a normal neuter would be about a hundred and so bucks, but since his right ball is somewhere in his upper abdomen it'd be a serious surgery, and mega bucks. when my mom found out, she insisted we take him back for a refund. she didn't want to pay for the surgery, she didn't like that we were sold "a defective puppy," and she'd apparently wanted to breed him someday, which I did not, and he was MY puppy. But anyway..
at about 6pm on monday, i had to give up my perfect baby, that I had waited so many years to have. and after only 4 days. i was completely attached to him, and was so happy that i had something that i knew was going to be in my life for many, many years.. or so i thought. I can't remember the last time i cried so hard, or for so long.
i'm an empty shell right now. i've been numb all day. all last night. in the past 30 hours i've had 1/2 a cinnamon bun, a piece of toast, a few cheerios, and a rice cake. i feel sick to my stomach and am in unbelievable pain. i wouldnt wish this feeling on my worst enemy.
on monday after i found out we had to give him back, i called mike (who was out with his friends) bawling my eyes out while cuddling Pudge, i could barely speak, and mike didn't have service on his phone so he could hardly hear me. however, about 10 minutes later he was at my front door to see what was wrong. if he hadn't come over i think i could have died.
i dont know when i'll ever get over this. i dont know how i can. i was filled with a happiness that is indescribable all the while i had him, and just as suddenly as i got him.. he's gone. i can't believe i have to be without him. i am so worried about where he will end up now, MY baby.. in someone else's home? put down because he's defective? i'm horrified and cry at the thought.
all day i was wrapped up in the blanket i put him in to sleep in my bed with. people tell me to get over it. and i want to. but i cant.
i still feel like i could fall over and die.
i wouldn't mind.