This is the last day before my boyfriend and I put our dog to sleep. I’m having a hard time being around her, watching her ribcage go up and down as she breathes. We were told to be prepared, that once they give her the shot that ribcage will go up and down one last time and then stop. I almost want to count every rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes look different now that she is sick, and I wonder if she is scared.
I’m sorry, Kelly. That is a hard thing to do.
Just this morning I told my dog that she is not allowed to die. Ever.
My dog died right after I moved to Baltimore. Like really, my mom called me only a few days after I got here when I was terribly homesick and told me she had died in her sleep. It was awful.
I’m sad for you.