Gravity
My parents put Snowball to sleep today. He has been doing amazingly, but today he got so sick and the doctor said she thought he had a tumor on his heart and his spleen and things, and he was 14 and a half years old.
I know its stupid to think your dog should live forever, but I've had him since I was 8. And I really just wish I could have seen him before they put him to sleep. He was absolutely the best dog anyone could ever have had, and he never really got sick until this past year.
My parents had him cremated and they didn't take the ashes, which sort of bothers me. We've buried my birds and Kevin's fish in the yard, and I think they should have buried Snowball there. The doctor isn't going to do anything with his ashes other than throw him out with the trash, and that makes me so angry. Dad said they're going to get a nice engraved stone or something for the yard, which is nice, but I think he deserves more.
Dad didn't even want to tell me until I got home for Easter. Could you imagine going home for Spring Break and finding out that your first and best pet died a month before? I yelled at him a little for that, because it just made me so upset to think about it.
All I know is that I am most definitely a dog person, and I hope on some level Snowball realizes how much I appreciated and cared for him. That he understood the attachment and love and everything. I can't imagine walking up the stairs at home, opening the door, and not seeing him jumping and wagging his tail all excited to see me.
And I'm sorry if these pictures annoy your flist but I think his last few pictures should be seen and even if you didn't know him, I'm sure most of you have pets of your own that you would be crushed to lose.
I know its stupid to think your dog should live forever, but I've had him since I was 8. And I really just wish I could have seen him before they put him to sleep. He was absolutely the best dog anyone could ever have had, and he never really got sick until this past year.
My parents had him cremated and they didn't take the ashes, which sort of bothers me. We've buried my birds and Kevin's fish in the yard, and I think they should have buried Snowball there. The doctor isn't going to do anything with his ashes other than throw him out with the trash, and that makes me so angry. Dad said they're going to get a nice engraved stone or something for the yard, which is nice, but I think he deserves more.
Dad didn't even want to tell me until I got home for Easter. Could you imagine going home for Spring Break and finding out that your first and best pet died a month before? I yelled at him a little for that, because it just made me so upset to think about it.
All I know is that I am most definitely a dog person, and I hope on some level Snowball realizes how much I appreciated and cared for him. That he understood the attachment and love and everything. I can't imagine walking up the stairs at home, opening the door, and not seeing him jumping and wagging his tail all excited to see me.
And I'm sorry if these pictures annoy your flist but I think his last few pictures should be seen and even if you didn't know him, I'm sure most of you have pets of your own that you would be crushed to lose.