R.I.P. Sherlock
I am pretty much spilling out a lot of what happened in detail with Sherlock, my dog, but I can't help it. I haven't really talked about it or thought about it in such detail until now....
I've been meaning to write this blog for quite a whole now. I'm bored on the internet, and lately, all I've been thinking about is my dog, Sherlock. I miss him like no other, but I know my mom especially took it hard.
Is it weird for me to write a blog about the good times I've had with this dog?
I feel so guilty sometimes. The day that he died, I was gone the whole entire day. I didn't even see him in the morning, and that's what kills me most. Like the rest of my family (except my grandma), I was out from about 10 in the morning until 12 midnight. We come back, I rush up to my room, and I'm so tired that I'm ready to fall asleep at any moment.
Minutes later, I hear some call out, "Sherlock's dead."
I can't believe it. I start saying, "No. No. No. He can't be."
I rushed down the stairs, and my mom was already crying, holding Sherlock in her arms, and the tears start streaming down my cheeks. It was one of the hardest things for me to see. Nobody really close to me has died, and Sherlock was the closest thing, really. It's sad, but I'm glad I haven't lost someone very close to my heart like this dog is.
I told Sherlock a lot of things. He used to sleep on my bed, I talked to him when I was lonely, and he used to go out jogging with me. I don't even feel like it anymore. I miss him.
What made it even harder was when I first touched him. I didn't expect him to be so cold. I didn't expect him to be so limp and so lifeless. It was too much for me. I cried for a long while, and I still couldn't really believe it, even with his dead body there.
Ugh, I feel the tears coming.
Well, to skip all that stuff, I made a nice little memorial for Sherlock in my backyard. My mom bought this nice plant, and I made a nice heart of stones.
I still tear up just thinking about it.
I'm done.
I need a happier blog because my summer has been so epic.
I've been meaning to write this blog for quite a whole now. I'm bored on the internet, and lately, all I've been thinking about is my dog, Sherlock. I miss him like no other, but I know my mom especially took it hard.
Is it weird for me to write a blog about the good times I've had with this dog?
I feel so guilty sometimes. The day that he died, I was gone the whole entire day. I didn't even see him in the morning, and that's what kills me most. Like the rest of my family (except my grandma), I was out from about 10 in the morning until 12 midnight. We come back, I rush up to my room, and I'm so tired that I'm ready to fall asleep at any moment.
Minutes later, I hear some call out, "Sherlock's dead."
I can't believe it. I start saying, "No. No. No. He can't be."
I rushed down the stairs, and my mom was already crying, holding Sherlock in her arms, and the tears start streaming down my cheeks. It was one of the hardest things for me to see. Nobody really close to me has died, and Sherlock was the closest thing, really. It's sad, but I'm glad I haven't lost someone very close to my heart like this dog is.
I told Sherlock a lot of things. He used to sleep on my bed, I talked to him when I was lonely, and he used to go out jogging with me. I don't even feel like it anymore. I miss him.
What made it even harder was when I first touched him. I didn't expect him to be so cold. I didn't expect him to be so limp and so lifeless. It was too much for me. I cried for a long while, and I still couldn't really believe it, even with his dead body there.
Ugh, I feel the tears coming.
Well, to skip all that stuff, I made a nice little memorial for Sherlock in my backyard. My mom bought this nice plant, and I made a nice heart of stones.
I still tear up just thinking about it.
I'm done.
I need a happier blog because my summer has been so epic.