horus73

Long live you in your afterlife bud...

My Monday:

I woke up at around 11 am, feeling refreshed after sleeping in. i seldom sleep past 9am, even though i don't work until the afternoons, but i felt like sleeping in.

I logged in, wrote a few emails, and post here at suicidegirls. I got up, took a shower, dressed, and headed over to my parents to let the dog out to play. my normal Monday, Wednesday, and Friday routine.

But upon arriving at my parents, and not finding the dog greeting me, i find a note instead. 'Chris- Digger(our family dog of 16 years) got real bad last night, we decided euthinazation was the best for him. Mom didn't take it well, as expected she wouldn't'-Love dad.

I guess i wasn't expecting him to make it much longer, but fuck-here one day, gone the next. I had spent most of my Sunday with the family, the dog at my side most of it. He couldn't see or hear very good, nor jump. so i pick him up and sit him next to me. he usually goes staright for me when i go over there, we're pretty good buds after 16 years. but no more. Which feels kind of shitty.

i was thinking about it today, and i've known that dog over half my life-can you believe that? I do find comfort in knowing he's at rest now, and his problems with arthritis, and aching joints and muscles is now over. And i'm sure he's in a better place now.

I haven't talked to my mother yet to see how she's doing. But i plan on it soon.