Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2018 17:07:30 GMT -5
It was pretty sudden. He was fine until about a week ago when he started walking with a limp. That had happened to him before, so I thought time would heal it like usual.
Then, last night he sort of collapsed at bedtime. I thought he just went down harder than normal because of the hurt leg. He laid awake all night crying and shivering next to my bed which kept me up all night as well. This morning I tried to take him to the bathroom outside (he was very well potty trained) but he couldn't stand up and peed on himself right where he had been laying all night.
I was worried sick as he lay there all day while I waited for my mom to get home (I'm mentally ill so I live with my mom and don't have a car). We took him to the vet and they said he had a neurological problem where his brain wasn't registering his legs. They said he could try pills for a few days but that they probably wouldn't have a high success rate. So at the vet's recommendation I had him put to sleep.
Yesterday I thought he had a limp he needed to walk off, and then today I held him as he died. I have had depression all my life. I've had human family members die. My wife left me unexpectedly about a year and a half ago. And yet never have I felt this sad. I cried a ton, but I think I'm done now. I'm still getting a little misty eyed every few minutes.
The big issue is that I just don't know what to do with myself. Normally I'd be playing with him or walking him or something. Or even if I was just watching tv I'd be petting him at the same time. If I was just messing around with my iPad while I lay on my bed like I'm doing right now, he'd be lying next to me.
We were inseparable. When neighbors bump into me at the grocery store they tell me how weird it is to see me without a dog. He was the most important thing in my life. I love my parents and family, and I've been in love twice, but I never loved anyone as much as I loved that dog.
I just don't know what to do. I mean, I feel like if I watch tv or read comic books or something to make me happy then it's disrespectful that I'm enjoying myself just hours after his death. I also know he wouldn't want me to be sad and miserable. What am I supposed to be doing with my time right now?
Whatever the case, I hope that there is an afterlife, and that when my time comes he's the first thing I see.
Rest in peace Rowdy, I hope you know how much I loved you and I hope I made you at least half as happy as you made me.
Aw shit, I guess I'm not done crying after all.
Then, last night he sort of collapsed at bedtime. I thought he just went down harder than normal because of the hurt leg. He laid awake all night crying and shivering next to my bed which kept me up all night as well. This morning I tried to take him to the bathroom outside (he was very well potty trained) but he couldn't stand up and peed on himself right where he had been laying all night.
I was worried sick as he lay there all day while I waited for my mom to get home (I'm mentally ill so I live with my mom and don't have a car). We took him to the vet and they said he had a neurological problem where his brain wasn't registering his legs. They said he could try pills for a few days but that they probably wouldn't have a high success rate. So at the vet's recommendation I had him put to sleep.
Yesterday I thought he had a limp he needed to walk off, and then today I held him as he died. I have had depression all my life. I've had human family members die. My wife left me unexpectedly about a year and a half ago. And yet never have I felt this sad. I cried a ton, but I think I'm done now. I'm still getting a little misty eyed every few minutes.
The big issue is that I just don't know what to do with myself. Normally I'd be playing with him or walking him or something. Or even if I was just watching tv I'd be petting him at the same time. If I was just messing around with my iPad while I lay on my bed like I'm doing right now, he'd be lying next to me.
We were inseparable. When neighbors bump into me at the grocery store they tell me how weird it is to see me without a dog. He was the most important thing in my life. I love my parents and family, and I've been in love twice, but I never loved anyone as much as I loved that dog.
I just don't know what to do. I mean, I feel like if I watch tv or read comic books or something to make me happy then it's disrespectful that I'm enjoying myself just hours after his death. I also know he wouldn't want me to be sad and miserable. What am I supposed to be doing with my time right now?
Whatever the case, I hope that there is an afterlife, and that when my time comes he's the first thing I see.
Rest in peace Rowdy, I hope you know how much I loved you and I hope I made you at least half as happy as you made me.
Aw shit, I guess I'm not done crying after all.