I ran over my dog today. I think it broke her leg. I tried to help her and she bit the hell out of me. Who could blame her?
I knew in an instant that I had to put her to sleep. She was 16 years old… and we knew we’d be putting her to sleep before this winter. The poor thing was on deaths doorstep. And I go and run her over. What an epic failure of a day.
I was running to the bank, didn’t look carefully enough… and killed my dog. Good Lord. In one moment I’m rushing to get back, and in the next I’m kissing her face on the way to the vet. My daughter crying in my arms. Being the cause of their tears is just horrible. I am horrified.
I don’t handle death very well… but then a lot of my friends have been older. Saying goodbye to someone is never easy. She’s been my security blanket… although a deaf and blind guard dog isn’t very effective. I got Emma the same week my ex-husband moved out, right after my very first weekend without the kids… I was absolutely lost without them and tempted to sleep in the bathtub because I was sure a murderous rapist was coming to get me. A dog was definitely in order.
We went to the animal shelter and there were horribly scary dogs everywhere. All of them barking, except Emma. She looked miserable sitting in all that stink & noise. We took her on a walk and adopted her when we got back. She had been abused by her previous owners, and had been running away TO the animal shelter. They were really happy she was getting a happy home. Every tooth in her mouth was broken… $580 later, she was Emma Louise, my sweetheart. Worth every penny. That was 7 years ago.
It’s so easy to get busy and forget to remember the little things in your life. It’s so easy to rush from one thing to the next and it is so so so easy to make a life changing mistake. I’m completely in shock… My little sister and my mom came and helped bury her in the center of my garden.
My God. What a surreal day.
One of the hardest thing I have ever done in life was put my dog asleep. ( and interesting phrase in itself) I cried for 4 days.
Ugh, I’m right there with you, my eyes are almost swollen shut. I have the unenviable task of cleaning up the dog house, putting away her dishes and telling the neighbor lady across the street who loved her just as much as I do.
I’m so thankful for my sister and my mom, I was in so much shock I still can’t believe she’s already buried in my garden. I feel so terrible for hurting her.
Yep… I’m gonna match those 4 days of yours, for sure.
My dad was out of town so I held up in his house and did nothing but go to work and back. I did hold my dog when they did it. I just couldn’t bail out on him at that point. He had given so much to me.
Yep me too. In fact she had to have two shots because she wasn’t giving up the ghost that easy. Emma has had so many near death experiences, and everyone has nearly run her over. They were all relieved it was me, and not one of them… but fuck… what an epic failure day. I kissed her little face while they gave her the shot and felt her go. Ugh. It’s just devastating how they’re there one second and completely gone the next.
The only other day I felt so helpless was the day I closed the lid on my dads coffin.