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| H2OforDuo (profile) wrote, on 12-13-2004 at 10:46am | |
| I walked into my mom's room and half expected to see Megabyte sleeping there like always, snoring away happily in a beam of sun...I'll never see that again. I hoped and prayed that she would live till I graduated from highschool...but that didn't hapen. I...I want to wake up from this nightmare. I want mom to be shaking me, saying that it's time to wake up and I'm gonna be late for the bus. And then she'll tell me that she took Meg to the vet clinic and that she's peferctly okay and it was just a lousy night for her. But she's going to be okay now, she'll say...She'll tell me that the doctor said she was in perfect health...Not that we had to put her to sleep... I had just woken up when the phone rang and Mom told us (me and dad) that she was really sick...and that they were going to put her to sleep. She wanted to know if we wanted t be there and I said yes. So I got dressed as fast as I could. When we got there, I went into the room, and Meg was kind of limp in her blanket, and mom was holding her. So I sat down next to them and took her and held her. I talked about how much I'd miss her and about the good times that we had. And then I had to give her back to Mom...Then I took her again one last time, and said goodbye about a million. I didn't want to be there when they put her to sleep, so Dad and I went out. Then when Dad and I came back in, Mom was holding her and it really did look like she was just sleeping, with her eyes open as she often did. I'll miss how sometimes when she slept her toung poked out just a little. Man...I just can't stop crying, guys. I miss that little dog already. My own little fifteen year-old Jack Russle terrier...We took her in from the breeder. It took me forever to convince Mom and Dad. But if we hadn't taken her in, she would have been dead a while ago. So I'm glad we did. Our lives would be very different if we hadn't had Meg for these past couple of years...My poor little Yoda...I loved that dog. I really loved that dog. She was my own dog. Sadie is the family dog, but Meg...Meg was my dog. Even though she followed Mom everywhere, no matter what, she never forgot that road trip back from Iowa, where she sat on my lap the whole trip, and I took care of her, and loved her, and petted her. She never forgot. And neither will I. ~Caro |
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angel_bob | 12-13-04 4:55pm I'm sorry. I know how it is. I apologize.
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