Does the world care? hmm... let's find out...
I wrote a big huge letter to the Montel show telling them a sad story of what I want for Christmas.. I don't really think they'll take it into consideration.. but perhaps it'll touch someone.. anyone.. maybe even you. I'll let ya read it... it's long.. and kinda sad.. I was crying while I wrote it. It's the only thing I could think of that I want more than anything else. I guess because, well, I miss my dad, and with Brownie leaving too, I don't know what I'll do for strenght...
When I was 10 my best friend in the whole world was my dog. After she died, my dad brought home a German Shepard mix puppy, and it some how seemed to fill the void that was left behind. That same year my father was diagnosed with cancer. Throughout the next few years my life was quite trying, but my dog was always there to comfort me. He was truly my best friend and knew exactly how I felt. During my sophomore year of high school, My father passed away, and every night that he was on his death bed, my dog lied there right next to him, he never left his side. He even slept there a few nights after my father was gone. His death had a huge impact on my life, and I haven't really been the same since. After he passed away, I didn't really feel like living anymore, but everyday when I woke up I'd see my dogs face and his wagging tail and everything seemed ok for a little while. He other than my friends and family was my motivation to keep going. I know it may sound pathetic, but my dog means more to me than anything else. When my mom starting dating, I'd take my dog by the collar walk him to my room shut the door, and just pet him, some how rubbing my sorrows off on him. Every Christmas my mom and I would pick something out for my dog, and put it under the tree for him, and he'd be the first to get his gift, but this year, he won't be there. My dog is 7 years old now, and even at 17 I'm still finding it hard to let go of the things I love. To understand that letting go is part of grieving. A few weeks ago he started having trouble getting around. He'd yelp if you touched his butt. Now he can't move. He just lies in one spot. He tries to get up sometimes, and he makes it a few short feet before he falls on the ground yelping in pain. He won't eat or drink unless you force him to, and there's nothing anyone can do for him. On Monday my mom and I are taking him to the Veterinarian’s office to be put to sleep, no one in my family can bare to see him suffering. We could give him pain medication, but the effects would only be temporary and we can't afford it. Brownie was my fathers dream dog, gentle, sweet, large, and understanding. He was always obedient, and did whatever my father asked of him, even when I my father was unable to speak, Brownie some how knew what he was asking him to do. Part of my dad still lives in my dog. I hate having to let him go but I know that's what he needs. When he leaves he's going to leave a huge whole in my heart. I've already tried asking for another dog, but my mom said no. The only way I'd be able to get another pup is if it were a gift to me. So I guess what I'm asking is, maybe if this story has touched you in anyway, if you'd be willing to make a little girls Christmas wish come true.
If this doesn't make you wonder or in some way touch your heart.. you're a very cold person.
When I was 10 my best friend in the whole world was my dog. After she died, my dad brought home a German Shepard mix puppy, and it some how seemed to fill the void that was left behind. That same year my father was diagnosed with cancer. Throughout the next few years my life was quite trying, but my dog was always there to comfort me. He was truly my best friend and knew exactly how I felt. During my sophomore year of high school, My father passed away, and every night that he was on his death bed, my dog lied there right next to him, he never left his side. He even slept there a few nights after my father was gone. His death had a huge impact on my life, and I haven't really been the same since. After he passed away, I didn't really feel like living anymore, but everyday when I woke up I'd see my dogs face and his wagging tail and everything seemed ok for a little while. He other than my friends and family was my motivation to keep going. I know it may sound pathetic, but my dog means more to me than anything else. When my mom starting dating, I'd take my dog by the collar walk him to my room shut the door, and just pet him, some how rubbing my sorrows off on him. Every Christmas my mom and I would pick something out for my dog, and put it under the tree for him, and he'd be the first to get his gift, but this year, he won't be there. My dog is 7 years old now, and even at 17 I'm still finding it hard to let go of the things I love. To understand that letting go is part of grieving. A few weeks ago he started having trouble getting around. He'd yelp if you touched his butt. Now he can't move. He just lies in one spot. He tries to get up sometimes, and he makes it a few short feet before he falls on the ground yelping in pain. He won't eat or drink unless you force him to, and there's nothing anyone can do for him. On Monday my mom and I are taking him to the Veterinarian’s office to be put to sleep, no one in my family can bare to see him suffering. We could give him pain medication, but the effects would only be temporary and we can't afford it. Brownie was my fathers dream dog, gentle, sweet, large, and understanding. He was always obedient, and did whatever my father asked of him, even when I my father was unable to speak, Brownie some how knew what he was asking him to do. Part of my dad still lives in my dog. I hate having to let him go but I know that's what he needs. When he leaves he's going to leave a huge whole in my heart. I've already tried asking for another dog, but my mom said no. The only way I'd be able to get another pup is if it were a gift to me. So I guess what I'm asking is, maybe if this story has touched you in anyway, if you'd be willing to make a little girls Christmas wish come true.
If this doesn't make you wonder or in some way touch your heart.. you're a very cold person.