So, my parents decided last Wednesday, to get our dog euthanized. Because his condition was worsening. He was having a hard time walking around, and would fall every few steps, and you could tell he was just not ‘there.’ So they brought him to the vet that morning. My sister and I stayed home, though, we couldn’t imagine going and watching it actually happen. So we waited for them to return, so we could bury him together. Another sad fact is that this happened to happen on our brother’s birthday, and we had planned to go out to eat for lunch. When our parents got back they had the dog, and we brought him to the back yard so that we could bury him outside my mother’s window. In the natural area, because he used to sleep next to her bed on that side. The vet had told our mom “just focus on the good memories you had of him.” We were all very sad and thanks to the advice of the vet, were sharing fond memories we had of him. You could tell by the scene taking place, while my dad was burying our dog’s grave, that he was a loved dog, and that he would be missed. After we buried him, we went out to eat, and it felt strange. Trying to act like what happened, didn’t just happen. The fact of the matter, though, was that it did just happen. We were all still grieving, but this helped us forget a little bit. Since that day, I had come to peace with the fact that he is no longer with us, and I haven’t really cried that much. I still miss having him around every day, and hearing the jingle of his dog tags on his collar clanking back and forth as he pranced through the house. I miss his comforting presence. Most of all, I miss seeing him following my mom around everywhere she goes in the house.
This is in memory of my dog, he will definitely not be forgotten.