Last reminents of my childhood...
Today has been rough... actually the last few months have been. I think I have decided that 24 was not my year. I am hoping to god that 25 is better... we shall see. Today may have taken the cake.
The first bit of my day was great... then this afternoon things went rapidly downhill. I spoke to my Mom around 5 (I was working late) and still had some stuff to finish up but was calling to see if she wanted to go shopping. She answered the phone and was upset. She said they were coming from the vet. She said they found out Cole had a tumor. Cole has been my dog since August of 1995. He was the first dog I had ever had. I was so so excited when we got him. I had been begging my mom since I learned what a dog was to get one. Finally after we had moved into our house and had been there a while so the carpet was not new we finally broke my mom down to let us get a puppy. He was sort of my 12th birthday present (but for the whole family).
We went to an adoption fair at a local vet and we met Cole. He had a lot of personality from the get-go. And I loved it. He kept me entertained all the time. From stealing food, running around the house, eating things he was not supposed to, stealing food (he did that one a lot). But one of my favorite things was every afternoon when I would get home from school Cole would be laying on the couch. I would walk in the room and he would acknowledge me with a friendly tail wag, but he would remain laying there. Then I would come over to him and scratch him on the head and ask him about his day and I'd tell him about mine. I used to love those afternoons just talking to my puppy.
Cole has been an amazing dog. He has been loved very much. He has driven us crazy but we always loved him for it. I will miss him terribly and will never have another pet like him.
Tomorrow will be weird. We are taking him to the vet for the last time. It is so surreal to me... he won't be here anymore tomorrow. Gone.
Cole - my old man.
The first bit of my day was great... then this afternoon things went rapidly downhill. I spoke to my Mom around 5 (I was working late) and still had some stuff to finish up but was calling to see if she wanted to go shopping. She answered the phone and was upset. She said they were coming from the vet. She said they found out Cole had a tumor. Cole has been my dog since August of 1995. He was the first dog I had ever had. I was so so excited when we got him. I had been begging my mom since I learned what a dog was to get one. Finally after we had moved into our house and had been there a while so the carpet was not new we finally broke my mom down to let us get a puppy. He was sort of my 12th birthday present (but for the whole family).
We went to an adoption fair at a local vet and we met Cole. He had a lot of personality from the get-go. And I loved it. He kept me entertained all the time. From stealing food, running around the house, eating things he was not supposed to, stealing food (he did that one a lot). But one of my favorite things was every afternoon when I would get home from school Cole would be laying on the couch. I would walk in the room and he would acknowledge me with a friendly tail wag, but he would remain laying there. Then I would come over to him and scratch him on the head and ask him about his day and I'd tell him about mine. I used to love those afternoons just talking to my puppy.
Cole has been an amazing dog. He has been loved very much. He has driven us crazy but we always loved him for it. I will miss him terribly and will never have another pet like him.
Tomorrow will be weird. We are taking him to the vet for the last time. It is so surreal to me... he won't be here anymore tomorrow. Gone.
Cole - my old man.