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Mar. 15th, 2006 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsIt's 9:30 and Brock should be going into the vets now. I think this is it, that hope I was hanging onto has faded as I've spent the last day or so with him. His legs are still paralysed, dragging behind him even when I helped him stand, and he's ready to go, you can tell. Anyone that has animals know they can communicate with you, and his eyes have been saying that he's tired, that it's time to go. He's been watching mam all the time and neither of them has slept for two nights. It's like he's taking in these last memories. We've all spent time with him, one to one, because he's been a good dog, the best dog ever.
We're getting him cremated, and then his ashes are going to be sprinkled on the field he loved so much. He used to chase the crows up there, and hang onto the swings like a loony. That was a while ago though, the last few years it's been sedate walks, but he loves it up there. Last night I went to take him out, it was late, about 11 and I saw someone walking a white dog. For a few seconds it looked so much like mam and Brock, and it was like some kind of miracle had happened. It wasn't them of course.
Now it's just waiting. My brother's taken the day off and he and mam went about half an hour ago. I was up there this morning, and took Brock outside, then carried him to the car. Stupid dogs, you love them forever then they break your heart. I just wish they'd call, and say it was over. But at the same time I don't want them to at all.
They've called and it's over.
I know it may look wanky and woe is me attention seeking, but no comments for a purely selfish reason. I just don't want to see my own words in my email box right now. Thanks for listening.
We're getting him cremated, and then his ashes are going to be sprinkled on the field he loved so much. He used to chase the crows up there, and hang onto the swings like a loony. That was a while ago though, the last few years it's been sedate walks, but he loves it up there. Last night I went to take him out, it was late, about 11 and I saw someone walking a white dog. For a few seconds it looked so much like mam and Brock, and it was like some kind of miracle had happened. It wasn't them of course.
Now it's just waiting. My brother's taken the day off and he and mam went about half an hour ago. I was up there this morning, and took Brock outside, then carried him to the car. Stupid dogs, you love them forever then they break your heart. I just wish they'd call, and say it was over. But at the same time I don't want them to at all.
They've called and it's over.
I know it may look wanky and woe is me attention seeking, but no comments for a purely selfish reason. I just don't want to see my own words in my email box right now. Thanks for listening.
