today is the first day of the last day of my dogs life
Today my dog was put down. It was sad but a long time coming. Winston, aka Mr. Bindters, couldn't move. That said a few things strke one when holding an animal whose death you are more than part and parcel off
a)don't mail death-this is a joke in relation to the parcel comment above
b) life is fleeting, but if you can't really move and you are being held by someone you love and you are a small animal and you don't really know what the fuck is going on life isn't so much fleeting as imminently over and that is a raw fucking deal
b) get em sedative, puncture em vein, plunge em s to the inge - being put to death is a lot more tolerable if you are so fucked on (whatever it was they gave my dog) that you don't really know what is happening
c) death takes like six seconds - when they gave my dog the 'put down' shot (this parentheses will nary contain my rage nor disdain for the term 'put down' we 'ended my dogs life' because 'he couldn't move or eat,' 'put down' makes it sound like he was worse at checkers than I was and I wrote him a cordial note, "dear dog, you are worse at checkers than I am, sincerely, nicholas, p.s. I am about to take you somewhere where your life will end) he died in less than a minute and there was a vet's assistant who was hogging all the corner space so I couldn't pet and stroke my dogs head the way I would have liked to.
d) when my dog was dead I didn't know what to do
after my dogs death a wide array of things happened
a) we went for dinner - why the fuck not?
b) my rissoto sucked
c) the short ribs appetizer was good - i am personally going to find the asshole responsible for figuring out that you can charge upwards of buckets o' dolla's for fucking short ribs. they are like one of the cheapest cuts of meat. it is like charging big bucks for a fucking burger. oh...yah...i guess I will have to kick the burger bling asshole's ass and then the short ribs assholes' ass.
d) after dinner I picked up a bunch of liquor
e) i then went and partied
f) there was dancing
g) i went home by myself
so aside from the death of my beloved doggie who gave me sixteen years of joy and love today was pretty much like a lot of other days,
Rest In Peace Winston Woggies - best best doggies
a)don't mail death-this is a joke in relation to the parcel comment above
b) life is fleeting, but if you can't really move and you are being held by someone you love and you are a small animal and you don't really know what the fuck is going on life isn't so much fleeting as imminently over and that is a raw fucking deal
b) get em sedative, puncture em vein, plunge em s to the inge - being put to death is a lot more tolerable if you are so fucked on (whatever it was they gave my dog) that you don't really know what is happening
c) death takes like six seconds - when they gave my dog the 'put down' shot (this parentheses will nary contain my rage nor disdain for the term 'put down' we 'ended my dogs life' because 'he couldn't move or eat,' 'put down' makes it sound like he was worse at checkers than I was and I wrote him a cordial note, "dear dog, you are worse at checkers than I am, sincerely, nicholas, p.s. I am about to take you somewhere where your life will end) he died in less than a minute and there was a vet's assistant who was hogging all the corner space so I couldn't pet and stroke my dogs head the way I would have liked to.
d) when my dog was dead I didn't know what to do
after my dogs death a wide array of things happened
a) we went for dinner - why the fuck not?
b) my rissoto sucked
c) the short ribs appetizer was good - i am personally going to find the asshole responsible for figuring out that you can charge upwards of buckets o' dolla's for fucking short ribs. they are like one of the cheapest cuts of meat. it is like charging big bucks for a fucking burger. oh...yah...i guess I will have to kick the burger bling asshole's ass and then the short ribs assholes' ass.
d) after dinner I picked up a bunch of liquor
e) i then went and partied
f) there was dancing
g) i went home by myself
so aside from the death of my beloved doggie who gave me sixteen years of joy and love today was pretty much like a lot of other days,
Rest In Peace Winston Woggies - best best doggies