Ally May
I never meant to do anything wrong. I guess everything about me is just wrong. Good things never seem to happen to me or when they do they are wrapped in deceit. As they say, “good guys finish last.” My pride is definitely being put aside.
I have only been an “adult” for 5 months. Over this period, I have adapted quite drastically to the new expectations and bombarding responsibilities. Just sit back and read this expectation...
My best friend is only five years old (35yrs in doggy years). She was the only one who would walk endless hours with me. Loved me for me. She would meet me at the door when I came home. She was there with the doggy kisses and innocent nudges...my fav cuddle buddy. Ally sat content, full of unconditional love, while I cried on her. She was a loyal friend and could always be trusted.
Recently, she has been failing. Her health slipping away from her slowly. Being a Veterinary Assistant, I drew blood on her over Spring Break. Long story short...Ally was battling an unknown infection. The doctor and I prescribed her an antibiotic to relieve the discomfort. Answering my prayers, she was nursed back to health.
Last night, my Daddy called me to say Ally hadn’t been eating. Same symptoms. I recommended taking her in to have x-rays performed. All along, I knew in my head that my best friend was suffering. I awaited the phone call... “no news was good news.”
My parents failed to call me after Ally’s appointment. They didn’t want to tell me. Ally had a tumor on her spleen, probably malignant. Surgery was not an option in this situation. Time could only tell how long she could live....life expectancy was only 8 months.
Daddy told me that I would have to euthanize (put her to sleep) when I came home this weekend. They want me to kill my best friend! I cannot be her murderer!!!! Stace said, “Meg, you should change your major if you cant handle this because you will kill tons of kids best friends.” It all hit home...Why me? And why do I have to do it? He thinks I am strong enough to handle it...To take the life of my best friend when it would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do in my life...Im not ready to say goodbye.
I have only been an “adult” for 5 months. Over this period, I have adapted quite drastically to the new expectations and bombarding responsibilities. Just sit back and read this expectation...
My best friend is only five years old (35yrs in doggy years). She was the only one who would walk endless hours with me. Loved me for me. She would meet me at the door when I came home. She was there with the doggy kisses and innocent nudges...my fav cuddle buddy. Ally sat content, full of unconditional love, while I cried on her. She was a loyal friend and could always be trusted.
Recently, she has been failing. Her health slipping away from her slowly. Being a Veterinary Assistant, I drew blood on her over Spring Break. Long story short...Ally was battling an unknown infection. The doctor and I prescribed her an antibiotic to relieve the discomfort. Answering my prayers, she was nursed back to health.
Last night, my Daddy called me to say Ally hadn’t been eating. Same symptoms. I recommended taking her in to have x-rays performed. All along, I knew in my head that my best friend was suffering. I awaited the phone call... “no news was good news.”
My parents failed to call me after Ally’s appointment. They didn’t want to tell me. Ally had a tumor on her spleen, probably malignant. Surgery was not an option in this situation. Time could only tell how long she could live....life expectancy was only 8 months.
Daddy told me that I would have to euthanize (put her to sleep) when I came home this weekend. They want me to kill my best friend! I cannot be her murderer!!!! Stace said, “Meg, you should change your major if you cant handle this because you will kill tons of kids best friends.” It all hit home...Why me? And why do I have to do it? He thinks I am strong enough to handle it...To take the life of my best friend when it would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do in my life...Im not ready to say goodbye.