Warning: This is not a cheerful, happy, or in any way pleasant post.
My dog died. His name was Fritz. He was about 7-8 years old, and the biggest German Shepherd most people I know have ever seen. We adopted him 2 years ago from a shelter, and we think he was abandoned. We used to joke that he was part horse. It was a complete surprise when he died last night. He was fine earlier that day, bouncing around the yard like the idiot he was. He was fine, then suddenly he couldn't walk and started having spasms. Mom and dad had to carry him to the car in a wheel barrow. The vet said that he either had cancer or heart failure or both, and he wouldn't last the night. He was in a lot of pain. So we had to have him put down. Mom gave me the option of saying goodbye to him, but I didn't want my last memories of him to be him dying and in pain, so I didn't say goodbye.
My dog died. His name was Fritz. He was about 7-8 years old, and the biggest German Shepherd most people I know have ever seen. We adopted him 2 years ago from a shelter, and we think he was abandoned. We used to joke that he was part horse. It was a complete surprise when he died last night. He was fine earlier that day, bouncing around the yard like the idiot he was. He was fine, then suddenly he couldn't walk and started having spasms. Mom and dad had to carry him to the car in a wheel barrow. The vet said that he either had cancer or heart failure or both, and he wouldn't last the night. He was in a lot of pain. So we had to have him put down. Mom gave me the option of saying goodbye to him, but I didn't want my last memories of him to be him dying and in pain, so I didn't say goodbye.
I'm so sorry :'( I can't imagine how I'd cope if my cat or dog died :(
ReplyDeleteI send lots of air hugs <3
I'm so sorry. Rest in peace, Fritz.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, RIP Fritz. Hugs xx
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