ChloboShoka
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Overslept and got for work. Luckily the clients were alright with it.
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Having to wake up early and feeling realyl groggy and weird.
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Today, I lost my best friend of sixteen years. A dog was my best friend. I rarely ever had anyone else, no one who understood me, wouldn’t judge me, no one who would come to cuddle if I needed it. I don’t care if I were offered a paw, instead of a hand. I even have his paw-prints tattooed on both my wrists since four years. We got him on Christmas' Eve, 1997; a buddy for life, I thought back then... Until he grew older. Recently he'd be very slow, couldn't get up or lay down, wetted the house, and since last night he stopped eating and drinking, started vomiting a lot, and he reeked of death, internal organs slowly failing. He was shaking, had spasms, was whining the entire time. The moment I heard it I took the day off and spent the rest of it with him, until 4PM where my Dad and I took him on his final drive towards the vet...
To have my best friend puff out his final breath in my arms was the most devastating experience in my life, to see his lifeless body convulsing with spasms of the aftermath after death, I’m not sure how to deal with it yet…
*Hugs* That dog looks beautiful.View attachment 11081
Today, I lost my best friend of sixteen years. A dog was my best friend. I rarely ever had anyone else, no one who understood me, wouldn’t judge me, no one who would come to cuddle if I needed it. I don’t care if I were offered a paw, instead of a hand. I even have his paw-prints tattooed on both my wrists since four years. We got him on Christmas' Eve, 1997; a buddy for life, I thought back then... Until he grew older. Recently he'd be very slow, couldn't get up or lay down, wetted the house, and since last night he stopped eating and drinking, started vomiting a lot, and he reeked of death, internal organs slowly failing. He was shaking, had spasms, was whining the entire time. The moment I heard it I took the day off and spent the rest of it with him, until 4PM where my Dad and I took him on his final drive towards the vet...
To have my best friend puff out his final breath in my arms was the most devastating experience in my life, to see his lifeless body convulsing with spasms of the aftermath after death, I’m not sure how to deal with it yet…
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Today, I lost my best friend of sixteen years. A dog was my best friend. I rarely ever had anyone else, no one who understood me, wouldn’t judge me, no one who would come to cuddle if I needed it. I don’t care if I were offered a paw, instead of a hand. I even have his paw-prints tattooed on both my wrists since four years. We got him on Christmas' Eve, 1997; a buddy for life, I thought back then... Until he grew older. Recently he'd be very slow, couldn't get up or lay down, wetted the house, and since last night he stopped eating and drinking, started vomiting a lot, and he reeked of death, internal organs slowly failing. He was shaking, had spasms, was whining the entire time. The moment I heard it I took the day off and spent the rest of it with him, until 4PM where my Dad and I took him on his final drive towards the vet...
To have my best friend puff out his final breath in my arms was the most devastating experience in my life, to see his lifeless body convulsing with spasms of the aftermath after death, I’m not sure how to deal with it yet…
pokekid1 said:Time heals all wounds