So i didnt get the thanksgiving miracle i was asking for. My dog died Thursday night. Well technically my brothers dog, but she was his in name only seeing as i am sure we care for both equally. I didnt think it would hit me hard seeing as i have been away from home for almost three years now and only get to spend a few months total with the dogs over a course of the year...but it did.
My dad was optimistic when he told me about her accident a little over a week ago. She had been hit by a car and taken to the vet, but the vet seemed pretty sure she would recover. She looked like she was doing well but Thursday night she had some difficulties breathing. turned out there was some internal damage that was overlooked. She didnt make it through the night.
My dad has always claimed that the dogs belonged to me and my brother and that he would never get attached to them. But it wasn't true. Thursday night was the first time i remember seeing him cry openly. And you might think she was just a dog, and yeah...she was. But we miss her. I miss her.
My other dog seems at a complete loss. They were sisters, and havent spent a day apart in the last 4 years. I hope she makes it out okay. Two more weeks and i will be home to look over her.
Not the best thanksgiving...hopefully christmas will be an improvement.
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