A year and a half...I still MISS him my best friend
Tomorrow it will be one year and 6 months since I had to make the most horrible dicision of my life.
My best friend came to me in the form of a red brindle smooth miniature dachshund. At a very young age he got really picky and didn't really wanna eat. We should have saw the signs that something wasn't right but everyone told me it was just because I spoiled him.
Well, on August 9th, he acted very strange. He got very lathargic (not wanting to move) and the whites of his eyes and gums turned yellow, and he just wanted me, his "mom". When I left to go to the bathroom, he would howl. So we waited out the night to see if he would get better in the morning. But, it just got worse. Now, he didn't wanna eat or drink. We rushed him into the vet's office and Eric drew blood and sent us on our way. He said he would call with the results. When he did, he conformed our worse fears. He told us that Shere Khan wasn't well, he had liver disease. What we didn't know was that he was born with it and it just hadn't set in yet. He NEVER had the chance to live a normal doggie life. Eric told me there were two things I could do. I could put him down or I could take him home and he would die in a couple of days. It was the worse choice of my life as I brought him into the vet's office knowing it would be the last time I saw him again.
I don't know if I did the right thing or not but I believe I did. I still miss him and I always will. He was the true definition of a best friend.
Nash wouldn't let me deal with it at the time. He hated how much I loved my dog and got abusive. And now a year and a half later and I am still not over it and I don't think I ever will be. I feel robbed, I lost something precious and I miss him so much.
My best friend came to me in the form of a red brindle smooth miniature dachshund. At a very young age he got really picky and didn't really wanna eat. We should have saw the signs that something wasn't right but everyone told me it was just because I spoiled him.
Well, on August 9th, he acted very strange. He got very lathargic (not wanting to move) and the whites of his eyes and gums turned yellow, and he just wanted me, his "mom". When I left to go to the bathroom, he would howl. So we waited out the night to see if he would get better in the morning. But, it just got worse. Now, he didn't wanna eat or drink. We rushed him into the vet's office and Eric drew blood and sent us on our way. He said he would call with the results. When he did, he conformed our worse fears. He told us that Shere Khan wasn't well, he had liver disease. What we didn't know was that he was born with it and it just hadn't set in yet. He NEVER had the chance to live a normal doggie life. Eric told me there were two things I could do. I could put him down or I could take him home and he would die in a couple of days. It was the worse choice of my life as I brought him into the vet's office knowing it would be the last time I saw him again.
I don't know if I did the right thing or not but I believe I did. I still miss him and I always will. He was the true definition of a best friend.
Nash wouldn't let me deal with it at the time. He hated how much I loved my dog and got abusive. And now a year and a half later and I am still not over it and I don't think I ever will be. I feel robbed, I lost something precious and I miss him so much.
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