I'm having a really hard time with this post.
Today I bought a computer. Came home, danced around the house and sang the "we have a computer" song, sang the "Now I can show everyone our new kitties!" song, and then sat down to start editing and posting photos of said kitties.
My phone rang. It was my mom. I've never, ever, heard her so sad, she was just sobbing and sobbing. My mom is very strong, and to hear her like this was very hard for me.
They had to put Anders down this morning. The dog I talked about in my last post.
I knew that it was going to happen today, but it didn't really affect me quite so bad until I heard my mom on the other end of the line. I guess I just tried to keep it at the back of my mind most of the day.
My mom kept saying how she had nobody to give her last bite of food to (something she started doing when his hips started getting worse and worse...she knew the end was near soon) and how he's just laying in a hole in the back yard. Ugh. I'm terrible when it comes to talking to people who are crying, because no matter the circumstance, I can't keep the lump from my throat or the tears from my eyes. And that's what's really doing me in now- knowing how much she is hurting over this.
(left: me and kevin with anders, within the first week we had him. right: me walking anders. i hated this photo till tonight.)
We got Anders when I was in 8th grade. I was 13. I remember the day my mom and brother brought him home. He was tiny, but had huge paws.
Over the years, he proved to be a great dog. He never barked. Never dug holes. Never chewed shoes. Didn't even stop the people who robbed my parent's house (okay...not so great...but goes to show just how loving he was).
He was fun to wrestle with. Fun to take for walks (he'd usually take me for the second half of the walk, grabbing the leash in his mouth and showing me the way home as soon as we'd turn around in that direction). Fun to chase around the yard. Always knew to be careful around babies and older people. Loved other dogs and cats. I could go on and on. He was a great companion.
I didn't think I was going to have this hard of a time with this. Geez, now I sound like my mom. But really...this sucks.
It's amazing how much animals can do for our well-being, isn't it? I will miss Anders very much. Hopefully I am back with a happier post tomorrow. For now I'm off to get some rest.