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I thought my Saturday was going to go smoothly, but it definitely didn't.
I get a call from my boyfriend and his voice is shaky. I ask him how he's doing and he said "I'm not okay." He was crying. I asked him what the matter was...and he told me that the love his life (not me), his one and only, his dog...Delilah...was hit by a car about 20 minutes before and has died. I was crushed...he was more than that. He was pretty damn upset. Bawling his eyes out. All I could do was say 'I'm sorry'. I don't handle situations like this very well. I don't know why I don't. I just never can find the right words to say...and when I do say something it's so trite and cliche.
I started crying too. That dog was mine as much as it was his. I was her mommy. I couldn't get too upset because, again, she wasn't mine.
They tried to get her to the vet ER, but she died on the way...in his arms! How shitty is that? He loved that dog more than anything in this world. He said that part of him died with her. He said he didn't know what he was going to do. She sleeps with him every night. She's always there to greet him when he gets home. She was his baby.
He had so much bad luck with her. I hate to say it, but he didn't have business getting her in the first place. He couldn't afford to take care of her correctly. Don't get me wrong...she was pretty healthy, but she wasn't fixed. She hadn't had all of her shots and she probably needed some ear mite medicine. He couldn't afford any more than food.
She was expensive too. When she was a puppy she fell off of his bed and broke her right (?) leg. It was a hanging joint and they said that they could amputate and she'd live a healthy life or put a metal rod in it (more expensive) and she wouldn't live as long (because of possible complications). My boyfriend chose to have her leg amputated.
She was the coolest three-legged dog ever. She was fast too!!! That one front leg was pure diesel! Oh, and her face was constantly sad. So forlorn. But she was happy...just a sad face (part dachsund/part beagle).
I will miss her. He's a little better. The Super Bowl took his mind off of her, but he keeps mentioning how he can't believe that she's gone and that he just wants his dog back. The day it happened he had to work. His family convinced him to go so that it would keep his mind off of it. I went and picked up the dog and took her to his mother's house to be burried with all of the other family pets up on the hill. THAT was weird. She was in a trashbag (hell no I didn't peek!) and she was way heavier than I remembered. I refused to put her in the trunk (is this grossing you guys out?) so I put her in the passenger side floor (she always rode in his lap in the passenger seat). I didn't watch the burial, but I did find her favorite red bouncy ball and had that ball put in the grave with her so she can play with it in doggie heaven.
It is weird not having her around. I'm upset that no one stopped.
Of course not. No one gives a rats ass about animals anymore. The way I feel about animals...is that I would treat them like I would a child or another human being. Animals mean so much to me and the definitely have feelings and, honestly, they're smarter than most of us think.
So screw the person who didn't even stop and check around to see who the dog belongs to (it was right in front of the house). I hate people like that. At least try. Bastards.
On a lighter note....YAY COLTS!!!
I get a call from my boyfriend and his voice is shaky. I ask him how he's doing and he said "I'm not okay." He was crying. I asked him what the matter was...and he told me that the love his life (not me), his one and only, his dog...Delilah...was hit by a car about 20 minutes before and has died. I was crushed...he was more than that. He was pretty damn upset. Bawling his eyes out. All I could do was say 'I'm sorry'. I don't handle situations like this very well. I don't know why I don't. I just never can find the right words to say...and when I do say something it's so trite and cliche.
I started crying too. That dog was mine as much as it was his. I was her mommy. I couldn't get too upset because, again, she wasn't mine.
They tried to get her to the vet ER, but she died on the way...in his arms! How shitty is that? He loved that dog more than anything in this world. He said that part of him died with her. He said he didn't know what he was going to do. She sleeps with him every night. She's always there to greet him when he gets home. She was his baby.
He had so much bad luck with her. I hate to say it, but he didn't have business getting her in the first place. He couldn't afford to take care of her correctly. Don't get me wrong...she was pretty healthy, but she wasn't fixed. She hadn't had all of her shots and she probably needed some ear mite medicine. He couldn't afford any more than food.
She was expensive too. When she was a puppy she fell off of his bed and broke her right (?) leg. It was a hanging joint and they said that they could amputate and she'd live a healthy life or put a metal rod in it (more expensive) and she wouldn't live as long (because of possible complications). My boyfriend chose to have her leg amputated.
She was the coolest three-legged dog ever. She was fast too!!! That one front leg was pure diesel! Oh, and her face was constantly sad. So forlorn. But she was happy...just a sad face (part dachsund/part beagle).
I will miss her. He's a little better. The Super Bowl took his mind off of her, but he keeps mentioning how he can't believe that she's gone and that he just wants his dog back. The day it happened he had to work. His family convinced him to go so that it would keep his mind off of it. I went and picked up the dog and took her to his mother's house to be burried with all of the other family pets up on the hill. THAT was weird. She was in a trashbag (hell no I didn't peek!) and she was way heavier than I remembered. I refused to put her in the trunk (is this grossing you guys out?) so I put her in the passenger side floor (she always rode in his lap in the passenger seat). I didn't watch the burial, but I did find her favorite red bouncy ball and had that ball put in the grave with her so she can play with it in doggie heaven.
It is weird not having her around. I'm upset that no one stopped.
Of course not. No one gives a rats ass about animals anymore. The way I feel about animals...is that I would treat them like I would a child or another human being. Animals mean so much to me and the definitely have feelings and, honestly, they're smarter than most of us think.
So screw the person who didn't even stop and check around to see who the dog belongs to (it was right in front of the house). I hate people like that. At least try. Bastards.
On a lighter note....YAY COLTS!!!
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