I hurt all over
I was out tonight with an old friend when I received a frantic call from my room mate that I needed to come home immediately. She had arrived home to find blood and fur all over the house and my older dog, Faith, lying in the hallway struggling to breathe. Apparently she and my younger dog, Jill, had a fight and unfortunately Faith did not fare well. I left the restaurant I was at immediately and picked up another friend on the way home who's assistance I knew I could count on. When I arrived home, I could tell Faith was almost gone. I stripped off my shirt and sat down and held her as she breathed her last few conscious breaths. My friend then took her outside and made sure she was gone quickly and mercifully. He was then kind enough to dig a hole so that I could lay her to rest.
As I type this I am still covered in some blood, my head is throbbing and I need to clean up my bathroom before I shower because its still kind of messy and I can't handle that. MY carpets are also still bloody and tomorrow I will have to face that cleaning job because honestly, I can't afford to get someone else to do that for me and I can't handle seeing it everyday. I am a little worried about my other dog who seems injured as well. No I am not scared of her and no I won't put her down too so you can stick that suggestion up your ass. I don't know what I will do with her but I cannot kill her and I refuse to hate her. She's a dog, not a human criminal. It's a different situation and unless you're an animal psychologist or the fucking Dog Whisperer, I don't want to hear it. If anyone is to blame it's me. I fucked up and I am the reason Faith is gone. I won't listen to anything else.
As I type this I am still covered in some blood, my head is throbbing and I need to clean up my bathroom before I shower because its still kind of messy and I can't handle that. MY carpets are also still bloody and tomorrow I will have to face that cleaning job because honestly, I can't afford to get someone else to do that for me and I can't handle seeing it everyday. I am a little worried about my other dog who seems injured as well. No I am not scared of her and no I won't put her down too so you can stick that suggestion up your ass. I don't know what I will do with her but I cannot kill her and I refuse to hate her. She's a dog, not a human criminal. It's a different situation and unless you're an animal psychologist or the fucking Dog Whisperer, I don't want to hear it. If anyone is to blame it's me. I fucked up and I am the reason Faith is gone. I won't listen to anything else.