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An Update On My Life

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by , 7th May 2013 at 10:20 PM (333 Views)
The last three months have been really difficult on me and my family. Some of you may know that my dog wasn't doing so well in early-mid February, and it turned out he had an eye infection. That's easy to deal with right? Right. A couple weeks after his eye healed(mid March) my mom noticed that he had been drinking way more water than he usually does and that he peed in the house, something he hasn't done since he was a puppy. I went with my mom to the vet, and it turns out he had Diabetes, and he needed insulin shots twice a day. It's very common for his breed(Pug) to get it later in their lifespan. Not too bad right? Wrong.

He started losing way too much weight, even when the vet increased his dosage. Fast forward to April 23, the day I took the ACT and I was relatively calm. I treated it like a normal day. I treated everyone like I normally did(kissed my dog goodbye, said bye to my parents, said hi to my friends, etc.). My mom called me in my third block class saying that she was going to pick me up that day, which isn't normal since she's almost always at work. I found that a little strange, and it turns out she's worried about the dog. We go home, and see that he left a giant puddle of pee and had also pooped near the front door.

While my mom cleaned up his mess, I kept him away and just held him like I normally do. Mom called the vet and made an appointment for 4:00. She told me it would be a good idea to take some pictures with him in case if it was the last time I would see him. 3:30 rolled around and Mom went to pick up Dad from his work so they could go together. Usually, vet appointments last an hour.

This one lasted three.

When my parents got home, I didn't hear him barking, or his nails tapping the floor, or his collar jingling like it always does. Everything was silent. I heard my parents walk up the stairs to my room. I dreaded the moment they opened the door. I knew that for the fifth time in my life, my world would be shattered again. I would have to pick up the pieces and put them back together with even more empty slots than before. I've had my uncle, my grandpa, my cousin, and my grandma's deaths basically reduce my self-esteem to nothing and have a possible case of mild depression(mostly applies to the time of my cousin's death, but that's another whole can of worms for a different time.).

"We had to put him down. He wasn't going to last much longer and he was in so much pain." Mom says.
"He's in dog heaven now. He'll be happier there." Dad says while crying. I've never seen Dad cry.

Even though I knew he had been put down an hour or so ago(you just know), it still took my awhile to process that. Frisco had to be put down? That was the first time Dad didn't yell at me for swearing and screaming, and they both just hugged me like I was a little girl again when they told me and my sister that our uncle had died. I didn't go to school the next day. I needed a 'cool down day' so I wouldn't cry in the middle of class. For the first time in my life, I was truly alone. I may be an introvert, but I need socialization too. My friends don't know about it yet, and I think I'll tell them next week when I feel more comfortable about it.

Dad took Frisco for granted. While I'm upstairs doing homework and reading books, he's downstairs watching any sports game he can find so he can take his mind off of it. I think out of the four of us, he's been suffering the most. I think my sister took it badly too, but she doesn't show it like Dad does.

Even two weeks later, when I get home from school, I expect to hear him barking, welcoming me home. He isn't there anymore. I'm completely alone in this house for a couple hours for five days a week.


I hate being alone.

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  1. UnovaCastaway's Avatar
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    I freakin' hate euthanasia. Hate it with the passion of a thousand burning suns! I'd say more but it would probably be unacceptable to say here.

    Your parents didn't even ask for your input?
  2. Kakuna Matata's Avatar
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    Sorry to hear about Frisco's passing. Do you talk to your parents and sister about him, or does everyone prefer to reflect on their time with him separately?
  3. Bill Cipher's Avatar
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    *hugs* So sorry. :C
  4. IceHippo95's Avatar
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    Quote Originally Posted by UnovaCastaway
    I freakin' hate euthanasia. Hate it with the passion of a thousand burning suns! I'd say more but it would probably be unacceptable to say here.

    Your parents didn't even ask for your input?

    They asked my sister and me about what we wanted. Neither of us wanted him to suffer and drag out his life more than we should. He was old for a Pug. I want to say he was 12 or 13 years old.

    Quote Originally Posted by Kakuna Matata
    Sorry to hear about Frisco's passing. Do you talk to your parents and sister about him, or does everyone prefer to reflect on their time with him separately?
    I have talked with everyone about it a little bit. We should be getting little plaster paw prints sometime next week, and that's when we're all going to have a big heart-to-heart talk.

    Quote Originally Posted by Channel 42
    *hugs* So sorry. :C
    Thanks so much C: He's in a much better place now, and he isn't suffering anymore. We didn't want him to suffer any longer than we personally thought was humane.

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