We got her when I was 14 as a pup which made her 15. When I say our family dog I mean she grew up with my family, she didn't live with me. She developed nasty cancer across her underside and near her hind legs making walking so damn hard for her. A dog that loves to run but can't must have been like a prison.Last night she couldn't even move and was howling in agony trying to get to her drink of water.
About 4:30 today my mum called me, choking up.
\"We need to take her to the vet, can you take us?\"
\"Uh...yeah...what's up?\"
\"I think it's her time....\"
*gulp*
I shot up as quick as I could and walked straight up to the house and she was stood there!! Tail wagging, big grin on her face, as if she was waiting for me. I was in bits! Getting her to the car and onto the back seat was another problem. But she did it, the old git. The last stand!
We got to the vets and got her out of the car. I gave her a big tearful hug and said goodbye. My mum took her inside and stayed with her until the end. The drive home was filled with memories of her eating Spiders, running away from other dogs smaller than her and the time me and my mates had a particularly heavy herbal smoking session and she was asleep with a massive grin on her face. She was extra energetic the next day
I just wanted somewhere to put my thoughts. Where it isn't littered with dickheads and smart arses. Sorry if it bothers anyone.
So goodbye, old friend. We'll miss you.






