my shadow
I've been planning a post of simple smiles -- getting out from work early, having The Boy come over wearing the t-shirt I gave him -- but sometimes sadness overwhelms the happy simplicities of life.
Just a few days ago we realized that things with my dog, Shadow, haven't been going so well. Last year he had an operation to remove twelve of his upper teeth and for the past week he was showing the same symptoms of irritation, restlessness, unable to sleep, not wanting to eat.
Yesterday while I was taking care of him (as my parents were at work), my mom calls me to tell me we're most likely going to put him to sleep soon. I don't think I've ever cried so hard in my life. I was determined to cuddle with him as much as I could yesterday. Then a huge storm came and the power went out twice so I had to cuddle Shadow since he's terrified of storms.
Today my parents went to the vet and it turns out it's his bottom teeth that are infected and need to be removed - the operation could break his jaw, and the anesthetic could wear him out since his heart is weaker due to a heart murmur (which was also discovered today). We decided that instead of torturing him with a surgery that would only help him temporarily, we will put him to sleep. We don't want to be selfish and hold on to him just because we're not ready to let go, and we don't want to constantly have to bring him into surgery.
You don't have to write any "I'm so sorry" messages because it's not anybody's fault. He's lived a long 10+ years and he's cursed with poodle teeth (he's also half-terrier). I just didn't expect it to come so soon, and me and my parents are devastated.
They decided it would be best if we put him to sleep while I'm in Vancouver - that way I can process it better, have my sister and my niece to take my mind off things, and get used - the best that I can - to the idea that he won't be there anymore.
I never thought I'd be the type who got so attached to a pet - but when you have this cuddly thing laying next to you in bed each night, who comforts you every time you cry, whose tail spins around like a helicopter whenever you come home - you can't help but realize that you'll miss those things, too much.
I'm still looking forward to Vancouver but Tuesday will be tough - it will essentially be saying goodbye to him. I just need strength; and I want to remember him happy.
Less depressing posts in the future, I hope.