.dear dad.
.i think this is the easiest way for me to express my feelings. i can cry all i want, and not have to talk to anyone while doing so. i can just sit and write...and that's what i need to do right now.
.when i was in seventh grade, bre and i had this idea that we wanted a dog. mom finally said we could if we earned all the money....well 2 weeks later we had over $100 thanks to the rich neighbors next to us that would pay a ridiculous amount to do a horrible car-wash job. well dad started looking, and we really wanted a border collie like my dad had. we looked and looked and no luck.
.saturday we were raking leaves, when dad told us we should work faster. we were confused and just figured there was another job that we would have to do, and thats why we needed to hurry it up. when we asked him why...he explained that he found an ad in the newspaper for border collie/blue heeler mix. we were SO excited, and worked quickly to finish the job.
.mom wasnt too thrilled that this was all happening so fast. and than told us we could only get a girl because she heard they were more calm. we traveled to this house, and looked at the puppies inside this cardboard box. we asked about any girl puppies, and was informed there was one girl puppy, however she didn't make it. we played with the puppies, and grew EXTREMELY attached to this one who was wild, spunky, fun, energetic (you know everything mom DIDNT want).
.dad explained we needed to go home and talk to mom, and that we would get back to them. he got in the car looked at bre and i and said, "you really want this dog don't you?" we both nodded, and he gave us the cash and we brought home our dog.
.there are so many stories about dog. but i am not going to get into them yet. i might sit down and share a few later, but right now i am not really in the mood to write too much more.
.the point of this post was to let my emotions out, and my feelings. friday i got a phone call from my dad saying that d.o.g was hurt some way and that he was going to see the vet on monday. the long weekend came and went, and my poor baby couldnt even stand on his back leg at all. dad would carry him into the house in the morning and outsde on his pillow at night. he was still fun, with a spunky personality, but was hurting and not enjoying life.
.well today is monday. and i received the phone call i was dreading. dad called. his first comment was "this seriously runs in the family doesnt it?" confused i asked what he was talking about. than he explained that dog had torn his ACL...and than the tears began. dad paused than continued, he was so nervous when the vet came out to the truck, he peed all over my seat...but i dont care, its just a stupid truck. than dad started to choke up, he continued, "i rubbed his leg when they gave him the shot, he went peacefully. i just spent the last 2 hours burying him down between the two trees at the bottom of the hill. im really sorry! I hope you forgive me."
.there was no question in my mind that dad did the right thing, i would of did the same thing. its hard because my baby boy wont be there to greet me when i visit in august. he wont whine at my door, i cant skype with him anymore. but he is in a better place now. he has all 4 legs back, he is running, he is in no pain. he is free.
.i guess the hardest thing is how attached the four or us were (mom, dad, bre and me) to dog. he was fun, enjoyable, and so stinking loving. my heart longs for my dad who had to endure this on his own. however, i am SO thankful that dog had someone who loved him to be there with him for his last moments. someone who loved him enough to give his body a place to lay. thank you dad for doing this for me. i ache for not being able to see baby boy before he left, but i am thankful for the knowledge i have that he is happy and jumping around on all four.
.so yes, if i had to talk about it at this point, i will still cry. my heart is heavy and longs for my baby boy puppy, but he also has lived 9 years, and 5 of those years was on three legs. he is so much happier now.
.thank you dad for giving me the opportunity to have a pet. to fall in love with him. thank you for taking care of him. thank you for loving him when i cant. thank you for letting him know we love him, and being there with him. thank you for doing this for me, when i couldnt.
.thank you dad. i love you.
(bre likes this picture cause dog is smiling.)