I'm sure to many of you, this might not seem like a huge deal. I mean, she's just a dog, right? It's not like she's a person. But this loss has hit me, hard. I didn't really think of her as a pet. I thought of her as a member of the family. And now she's gone.
One of the main things that made it so bad was how sudden it was and how unprepared I was for it. My grandpa passed away last summer, but I was prepared for it; I knew for years that he was slowly going. Last Saturday she was peeing blood-we took her to the animal hospital right away, and they tried everything but nothing worked. They told us to take her to the veternarian specialists at Texas A&M, which we(by we I mean my parents, because I was at University), but they could also do nothing. She passed away yesterday. Two days before that, I had a healthy and happy dog, and two days later, she was gone.
I'm filled with regret. I should have spent more time with her. I should have played with her more. I should have taken better care of her. But now I'll never have the opportunity. She lived 10 years, which is not the full life of a dog-sickness took her a few years too early. The worst thing is that I keep thinking about how much I want her back, but I know it'll never happen.
I'll get better eventually. But right now my life is a little depressing. Thanks for reading.