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Me and my family are leaving soon for the boat. We won't get there until tomorrow, but I don't care. I don't even want to go anymore. I thought it would be fun, and exciting, but...
I hate that we're leaving now. My dog is dying, and we won't even be here. By the time we get back, she might be dead.
I want to be here. My dog's spine is screwed up, and the vet's have to drug her for the next three days. If that doesn't work, then they have to put her down. But, no matter what, she's going to die.
I want to be there next to her. The vetrinarians know me, I work there every week. I know all of them, and I love the office and the stuff that I do. They would let me just sit there, next to her, and pet her until she falls asleep.
I don't want my dog to die. I've already had two die on me. One I had known since I was born, he was like my protector. Whenever I cried, that dog was there. Whenever I fell, he was there to nudge me up. He died naturally, and painlessly in his sleep.
The other one was my best friend in the whole world. I was always made fun of at school, because I was "weird" and "different". But, I always looked forward to the bus ride home. Not because it was the end of school, but because I would get to go home and see him. But, unfortunately, he was improperly bred. His was always licking his leg, and eventually we found out why. He had cancer in his leg, and it had spread up to his brain. We had to put him down because of that.
Now I have another one die on me, and she was supposed to keep me company until I was done highschool. This dog was a stray, and no-one wanted her. She had been beaten, nearly starved to death, and multiple other things. She had had a litter of puppies once while she was abandoned, and I hope those dogs all found good homes with good families. But now we have to put this dog down, and I'm really sad.
My dog's spine is messed up. The plates shifted, and now she can barely walk. If we don't put her down... well... I don't even want to imagine the suffering that she would have to go through.
What's the point of trying to reach out to people and animals, if all the loved ones die on you? I've had so much death in my life, and I'm sick of it... My friends have moved away, and I haven't spoken to any of them in a long time. My dogs have all died, long before they were supposed to because of something unnatural. My grandparents and cousins and aunts: they've all died too. I don't even know why I bother anymore.
I don't want to go on this cruise. I don't want to talk to anyone, or be near anyone. All I want to do is be there with my dog, to comfort her, consol her, and wait with her so she isn't alone. But we have to leave.
I'm sick of this...
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Posted by MAK on 2007-12-27 11:55:26 | Rating: | Views: 89
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I'm so sorry to hear about your dog. I hope and pray that your dog makes it until you get back. People under estimate the power of a dog, they are pets sure - more often then not they become an extension of our family. I'm so sorry your dog may not make it.
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Posted by Whitters
on 2007-12-27 13:12:00
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