Much like pineapples, I am hardcore. (thisgirliknow) wrote,
Much like pineapples, I am hardcore.
thisgirliknow

Rest In Peace... almost

Bagel, the dog we've had since before I can remember, is dying. We thought he was already gone, but his stomach is still moving up and down. His eyes are glazed over (I shut them for him) and he's completely stiff...This is really hard. My dad's sitting out there with him. He's on the deck, in the shade, curled up in a blanket (we did the curling... he can't move at all). We talked about putting him down, but then he would have to be creamated.. and Vivi wants him to be buried here (it's her dog).

You know, Bagel wasn't always very nice to me. He snarled and growled, and I was afraid of him for much of my life. I jokingly said earlier that it's a good thing that all dogs go to Heaven... but maybe Bagel would be there anyway.. he just wanted to be left alone sometimes, and I should have understood that.

I'll update again if anything happens. I've spent the past hour moving Bagel, and then crying on the phone with Vivi, Matthew, and my mom.

He's fifteen and a half. He was born November 21, 1989, making him almost exactly five years younger than I am. That makes him a hundred and eight, if he were a human. I know he's very old, and he's been on a slow decline for a few years now. I just can't imagine life without him...
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