I.. I don’t even know how to begin writing this. It just… hurts so much. Monday, my oldest dog went totally blind. She was banging into walls, scared and confused. This scared the cats, they attacked her. I took her back to her safe bed… and cleaned up her puddles… she also had doggy dementia… she didn’t remember where anything was. It was pitiful. As the week went on, she got worse. Thursday evening, we took her to the vet to see if they could help. Yesterday, my parents took us out to eat and such and gave us a good day. When we got home, they told us the bad news. The vet hadn’t been able to help, except by ending my dogs suffering with that one final shot. They even cremated her for us and took care of everything. We left the ashes with them, because they spread them somewhere wonderful for us. But.. I’ve had her since I was 11. I’m 26 now. She was 17. But it’s not enough time. I want more time. She saved my life. I was going to drink bleach one day when I was 12. She sat in front of me and growled- a sound I haven’t heard her make before or since. I put the bottle down, she placed her paw on my foot and whimpered, I cuddled her. I want her back. It’s not fair, it’s just.. not. I cried until 1 am.. then went to work and pretended I was okay… but I’m not. She was the best. She loved everybody that would give her a treat and rub her belly. She never knew a stranger. She loved humping my dads shoes and her stuffed hedgehog. I want my doggy back, guys. ITS NOT FAIR! I’m sorry I didn’t tell y’all sooner, it just… hurt too much. It’s still raw. I’m still grieving. I can’t stand seeing her empty bed. It’s too quiet at night without her constantly walking through the house. Her name was Roxy Louise. There will NEVER be another dog like her.
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