Mar 02, 2010 11:24
Most of you remember Yoko probably. She's been in my life since I was nine years old and has been my mom's faithful companion for the last several years.
She's thirteen now. Can't stand up on her own anymore. She needs round the clock care. My mom is going out of town for a little while and realized she couldn't keep the dog alive anymore. If she didn't have the intensive pain medication therapy and thyroid pills and blah blah blah, she'd be gone within a few days anyhow. Not to mention she's covered in tumors.
So tomorrow Yoko is going to sleep.
At first I was open and accepting of this. It needs to happen for a lot of reasons. But she's been my dog since I was a little girl. My heart is hurting.
I'm going to go say goodbye to her tomorrow over lunch before my mom takes her in to the vet. I think I'm going to bring her some bacon. I'm going to miss her so much. Despite all the times she passive-aggressively shat on my things, I loved her and she was the best dog we ever had. This is the first time my mom has had to have her dog put down and it's really hard on her. And me. And my dad too, for he loved and shared many years with Yoko as well.
So yeah, this week is weird.
death,
yoko