My dog
It's so...cruel...that my dog was taken away from me on Monday.
Today....
My mom - "You know what...we only have one dog now."
Me *hopeful* - "Did we give Melissa away??"
My mom - "No...April's gone to Heaven."
Me- "What??? But she was just fine the last time I saw her!"
She was barfing all over the place on Sunday night and then drinking up a bunch of water, and then barfing and drinking and all that. My dad figured she'd be alright since things like that happened before and she was fine. But at night, she was yelping and all that. And in the morning she seemed okay...she was walking around. In the afternoon, my brother found her with flies on her eyes and rigor mortis already setting in. My dad made a coffin thing for her and bought her afterlife money (who knows why she'd need it) and then we burned the money and sent her to the vet (I don't know why she needed the coffin either). And we paid $140 for her to be cremated and put into an urn. We haven't received the urn yet...We speculated that she probably ate a dead mouse that was poisoned from the poison we put in the kitchen and so she herself was poisoned to death. She was like 9 years old or something. She was also an obedient dog...One that was nice to pet. One that didn't bite things...or jump at people.
I cried when I remembered what I'd thought last weekend as I was picking some persimmons. I thought, "If April were to leave us next week, what would I do differently? I'd pet her some more." And so I petted her, not even thinking she'd actually leave us the following week...
Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere you're not coming back
Today....
My mom - "You know what...we only have one dog now."
Me *hopeful* - "Did we give Melissa away??"
My mom - "No...April's gone to Heaven."
Me- "What??? But she was just fine the last time I saw her!"
She was barfing all over the place on Sunday night and then drinking up a bunch of water, and then barfing and drinking and all that. My dad figured she'd be alright since things like that happened before and she was fine. But at night, she was yelping and all that. And in the morning she seemed okay...she was walking around. In the afternoon, my brother found her with flies on her eyes and rigor mortis already setting in. My dad made a coffin thing for her and bought her afterlife money (who knows why she'd need it) and then we burned the money and sent her to the vet (I don't know why she needed the coffin either). And we paid $140 for her to be cremated and put into an urn. We haven't received the urn yet...We speculated that she probably ate a dead mouse that was poisoned from the poison we put in the kitchen and so she herself was poisoned to death. She was like 9 years old or something. She was also an obedient dog...One that was nice to pet. One that didn't bite things...or jump at people.
I cried when I remembered what I'd thought last weekend as I was picking some persimmons. I thought, "If April were to leave us next week, what would I do differently? I'd pet her some more." And so I petted her, not even thinking she'd actually leave us the following week...
Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere you're not coming back