1991-2007
I was waiting for it. I knew things weren't shitty enough to begin with, so there had to be one GIGANTIC shit waiting to occur at just the wrong moment. Well, it occured.
My dog Max is gone. Last week, he started having problems standing up and he started getting sick. Well, he was getting slighly better as the week went on, but Saturday he had another spell and couldn't stand at all. Sunday comes and he still hasn't moved. He'd barely eaten anything in the past week and he wasn't wanting to go out to the bathroom. We tried to help him getting up but it seemed like it was hurting him. He started turning his head in a funny way every time he looked up, which points to neurological problems. It was incredibly sad.
Today, at 12:15 AM, he was put to sleep. It hurt very much to know that it was coming. I stayed there with him during it and held his head. Almost instantly he laid his head down and drifted off. After a couple seconds the doctor said "He's gone". I just kinda lost it at that point.
Now, everytime I turn the corner into the living room I expect to see him but he's not there. He's not sleeping behind the back door when I open it to come in. He's not going to be there to greet me when I wake up.
He was 15. He lived a nice long life and it's best that he was taken care of so he didn't have to endure the inevitable suffering that was coming. But he's been there for me for most of my life and now that he's gone......... I just don't know what to do.
My dog Max is gone. Last week, he started having problems standing up and he started getting sick. Well, he was getting slighly better as the week went on, but Saturday he had another spell and couldn't stand at all. Sunday comes and he still hasn't moved. He'd barely eaten anything in the past week and he wasn't wanting to go out to the bathroom. We tried to help him getting up but it seemed like it was hurting him. He started turning his head in a funny way every time he looked up, which points to neurological problems. It was incredibly sad.
Today, at 12:15 AM, he was put to sleep. It hurt very much to know that it was coming. I stayed there with him during it and held his head. Almost instantly he laid his head down and drifted off. After a couple seconds the doctor said "He's gone". I just kinda lost it at that point.
Now, everytime I turn the corner into the living room I expect to see him but he's not there. He's not sleeping behind the back door when I open it to come in. He's not going to be there to greet me when I wake up.
He was 15. He lived a nice long life and it's best that he was taken care of so he didn't have to endure the inevitable suffering that was coming. But he's been there for me for most of my life and now that he's gone......... I just don't know what to do.