May 01, 2009 14:29
so the day i have to move out of my house, my dad wakes me up with a phone call early telling me they are about to come over to help. so i take my time and go back to bed. 5 minutes later he calls me back and says "jed, spikes not moving, we're taking him to the vet, it's time" so i tell him they have to wait for me, that i have to be there. im speeding down the road already tearing up, some jackass at the toll both wont let me by, and i basically throw money at him just to get by in a hurry. when i got to the vet and saw my dad carry Spike in, i just lost it. my mom, dad , me and spike were put in a room to have some time alone with him. he was panting and breathing so heavy, he was so scared. it literally broke my heart. ive had this dog since i was 4 years old. he was there when human comfort wasnt enough. i loved him with all my heart, and he was my brother. the doctor came back in, my dad put him on the table, spike was still shaking and panting, like he knew it was coming. then, he suprisingly calmed down, like some kind of weird peace came over him. we all huddled around him, holding his face, i didnt want him to watch. i couldnt watch, for that matter. she stuck the needle in , and he started to slink down, and at that moment, i completely lost it, because i realized that was it. it was too late. i almost told the doctor to stop, that i needed more time, but it was over. he was completely motionless, his eyes glazed over but still open, and his tongue hanging out of his mouth. literally gut-wrenching. my mom and i held each other i as i wept out of control, and my dad held it together. we left, and had to start moving. my mom told me that i soon as they got home, my dad started 'weeping'. a very sad day for us all, but hopefully ill see him again. and if you dont think dogs have a soul, then youve obviously never had a dog. I'll miss you , brother.