this is the end....
my dog turned 16 last month..
i think that's pretty impressive...
I knew this morning.. He hasn't been well for a while.. his legs give out from under him allot... he's just too old..
My father decided to take him to the vet today and i knew this was coming.
So i said goodbye before i walked out the door.. and i'm glad that i did.
I told my dad that i'd support whatever they decided.
My brother, father and mother were there when they put him down.
I'm glad i wasn't there. I wouldn't have been able to handle that... poor little fella.. He was so thin... he ate a bit.. but he was so thin... he couldn't even control his bowels properly..
I feel terrible that we kept him alive for this long.
That's what i'm crying about. The fact that he couldn't tell us how much he was hurting.. I'm worried about my parents...
I've NEVER seem my dad cry before today.
He didn't even cry when we went to our friend's funeral.... It was quite a sight... His crying made me cry... the thought of him being afraid on that vet's bench really gets to me, and my eyes are watering again.
That's what i'm sad about... At least he still had his dignity...
I love that dog... he was never anything but awesome. He only ever attacked ONE of my books. He never chewed my shoes...
And though he stepped on my toes allot, I always felt so good when i came home, and he'd run laps around the kitchen table, his tail clanking on the chairs.. cause he was so excited someone was home..
I'm going to miss him so much. The house is so empty without him, and i've only been in it for half an hour...
I was thinking on my way home what i was going to write about in here... I was taken out by the married guy for a drink in the afternoon, then my boss to a 3 hour dinner, in which we drank a bottle of wine, and talked about the world..
It was extraordinary.. He told me how interesting he found me cause of my background.. That he thought i was bright, that i think outside the square, and all that stuff..
which is really awesome to hear from someone you respect. Let me tell you.... He also gave me his 'blessing' if you will, to go work with my ex-boss.. the african..
he's confident my ex-boss and i will go onto great things together..
And i'm starting to think the same thing...
I have a job interview tomorrow, and one on monday.
I suppose i should go to them, perhaps do something to not get the job and just take what the african has offered me.
he's gone off to some island, to celebrate his 30th birthday...
heh.. doesn't suprise me at all...
but yeah. We'll see how these days go....this house is not in a good mood... and i miss my dog... :(
i think that's pretty impressive...
I knew this morning.. He hasn't been well for a while.. his legs give out from under him allot... he's just too old..
My father decided to take him to the vet today and i knew this was coming.
So i said goodbye before i walked out the door.. and i'm glad that i did.
I told my dad that i'd support whatever they decided.
My brother, father and mother were there when they put him down.
I'm glad i wasn't there. I wouldn't have been able to handle that... poor little fella.. He was so thin... he ate a bit.. but he was so thin... he couldn't even control his bowels properly..
I feel terrible that we kept him alive for this long.
That's what i'm crying about. The fact that he couldn't tell us how much he was hurting.. I'm worried about my parents...
I've NEVER seem my dad cry before today.
He didn't even cry when we went to our friend's funeral.... It was quite a sight... His crying made me cry... the thought of him being afraid on that vet's bench really gets to me, and my eyes are watering again.
That's what i'm sad about... At least he still had his dignity...
I love that dog... he was never anything but awesome. He only ever attacked ONE of my books. He never chewed my shoes...
And though he stepped on my toes allot, I always felt so good when i came home, and he'd run laps around the kitchen table, his tail clanking on the chairs.. cause he was so excited someone was home..
I'm going to miss him so much. The house is so empty without him, and i've only been in it for half an hour...
I was thinking on my way home what i was going to write about in here... I was taken out by the married guy for a drink in the afternoon, then my boss to a 3 hour dinner, in which we drank a bottle of wine, and talked about the world..
It was extraordinary.. He told me how interesting he found me cause of my background.. That he thought i was bright, that i think outside the square, and all that stuff..
which is really awesome to hear from someone you respect. Let me tell you.... He also gave me his 'blessing' if you will, to go work with my ex-boss.. the african..
he's confident my ex-boss and i will go onto great things together..
And i'm starting to think the same thing...
I have a job interview tomorrow, and one on monday.
I suppose i should go to them, perhaps do something to not get the job and just take what the african has offered me.
he's gone off to some island, to celebrate his 30th birthday...
heh.. doesn't suprise me at all...
but yeah. We'll see how these days go....this house is not in a good mood... and i miss my dog... :(