- Sep 22, 2016
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I wrote a random story and decided to put it here. However, it’s very emotional for me at least, so if easily triggered with animals, please don’t read.
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Buddy
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I never truly realized how cruel the world was until one day in July. The day started off perfectly fine. I had slept well, and I was feeling good. As the day progressed, I got a feeling that something was off. I couldn’t explain it. Everything seemed okay.
Later that night, once everyone had gone to bed and left me alone, the feeling worsened. My stomach began to twist with nausea, and my head began to pound. I was scared and anxious, but I didn’t know about what. Despite these awful feelings, I tried to sleep and went to bed.
A few hours later, around 1 in the morning, I woke up. All I felt was dread. I walked downstairs from my bedroom into the living room. That’s where my dog usually sleeps. However, this night, he was coughing horribly. This feeling of dread increased tenfold as I walked over to him. He was hardly breathing as I sat next to him. Horrible thoughts started to fill my head. I tried to shake these thoughts, but one kept pushing forward. Was this his time?
My dog, Buddy, was rather old at this time. It was getting to that point for him where he had trouble getting up onto furniture. He couldn’t do much on his own and was losing weight at a fast pace. My mother began talking of his age finally getting to him.
Having this in mind when I came downstairs that night broke me. The thought of it being his time caused me to start crying. I sat there with Buddy, cradling his head, whispering to him that it would be alright. I didn’t know what else to do. I knew I was lying though, I knew it wouldn’t be okay, but I still held a small sliver of hope.
As soon as the nearby animal hospital had opened, I begged my dad to drive us over there. Buddy was still having trouble breathing, and he wouldn’t move by himself.
We finally got him to the vet, but had to wait in the lobby as they took him to the back.
Several minutes later, around 6 in the morning, is when my world fell apart. The vet began talking to my dad, trying to be quiet enough so I wouldn’t hear. However, I barely heard what I needed to hear, he had to be put down.
The vet led us into the back, where Buddy was laying on a table, looking at the door. I tried to be strong there. I tried to be strong enough to hold Buddy while the vet freed him of his suffering. All that failed when Buddy looked at me. He looked so in pain, I knew this was the right thing to be doing. Buddy licked my hand, maybe as a sort of ‘Thank you.’
The vet finished the shot, and as soon as his eyes had closed for the last time, I began to sob. I broke. Buddy was there with me as a grew up. He was like a four-legged brother to me. Seeing him go like that, it caused my little world to crumble. However, I knew he was in a better place. I knew he wouldn’t be suffering from his pain any longer.
It’s now some time later, but I still think about Buddy. I doubt I’ll ever stop. I’ve gotten stronger about losing him so suddenly, but some nights it’s still rough. In order to keep him with me, I bought a rainbow ring. I’ve always believed in the Rainbow Bridge, which is where dogs go to cross over. So this ring reminded me of that, of him. I wear it everyday, I remember my love for him each time I look at it.
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Buddy
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I never truly realized how cruel the world was until one day in July. The day started off perfectly fine. I had slept well, and I was feeling good. As the day progressed, I got a feeling that something was off. I couldn’t explain it. Everything seemed okay.
Later that night, once everyone had gone to bed and left me alone, the feeling worsened. My stomach began to twist with nausea, and my head began to pound. I was scared and anxious, but I didn’t know about what. Despite these awful feelings, I tried to sleep and went to bed.
A few hours later, around 1 in the morning, I woke up. All I felt was dread. I walked downstairs from my bedroom into the living room. That’s where my dog usually sleeps. However, this night, he was coughing horribly. This feeling of dread increased tenfold as I walked over to him. He was hardly breathing as I sat next to him. Horrible thoughts started to fill my head. I tried to shake these thoughts, but one kept pushing forward. Was this his time?
My dog, Buddy, was rather old at this time. It was getting to that point for him where he had trouble getting up onto furniture. He couldn’t do much on his own and was losing weight at a fast pace. My mother began talking of his age finally getting to him.
Having this in mind when I came downstairs that night broke me. The thought of it being his time caused me to start crying. I sat there with Buddy, cradling his head, whispering to him that it would be alright. I didn’t know what else to do. I knew I was lying though, I knew it wouldn’t be okay, but I still held a small sliver of hope.
As soon as the nearby animal hospital had opened, I begged my dad to drive us over there. Buddy was still having trouble breathing, and he wouldn’t move by himself.
We finally got him to the vet, but had to wait in the lobby as they took him to the back.
Several minutes later, around 6 in the morning, is when my world fell apart. The vet began talking to my dad, trying to be quiet enough so I wouldn’t hear. However, I barely heard what I needed to hear, he had to be put down.
The vet led us into the back, where Buddy was laying on a table, looking at the door. I tried to be strong there. I tried to be strong enough to hold Buddy while the vet freed him of his suffering. All that failed when Buddy looked at me. He looked so in pain, I knew this was the right thing to be doing. Buddy licked my hand, maybe as a sort of ‘Thank you.’
The vet finished the shot, and as soon as his eyes had closed for the last time, I began to sob. I broke. Buddy was there with me as a grew up. He was like a four-legged brother to me. Seeing him go like that, it caused my little world to crumble. However, I knew he was in a better place. I knew he wouldn’t be suffering from his pain any longer.
It’s now some time later, but I still think about Buddy. I doubt I’ll ever stop. I’ve gotten stronger about losing him so suddenly, but some nights it’s still rough. In order to keep him with me, I bought a rainbow ring. I’ve always believed in the Rainbow Bridge, which is where dogs go to cross over. So this ring reminded me of that, of him. I wear it everyday, I remember my love for him each time I look at it.
