because you are like family to me...
Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 7:59 pmtoday for the second time in my life i have had to bury a dog.
however this burial was worse than the one before.
because before I was an only child.
The dog that I had to bury today was named Arya. She was a small white bichon frise that my family had had for three years. I am typing this with tears in my eyes, blood on my sleeves and dirt on my hands...Both of my brothers were effected by this. My youngest brother, Blake, is only ten years old. After I was done he looked at me with tear filled eyes and said.
"But Keaton...There are supposed to be two puppies."
My other Brother, James, just sort of withdrew from talking, and has stayed quite ever since we got done burying her. I can tell that he loved her because when we were in the pet store looking at puppies James pointed at arya and told mom that that is the one he wanted, a smile on his face that could have made the sun look like a dim lightbulb.
We had picked her up as a very very young puppy. not much older than a few weeks. We bought her from a locally owned pet store so we know she came from a good home. After we had everything sorted out we took her with us to the hospital where my mom works, once we let her outside on the leash she ran onto the grass and started eating it. it was something that my family laughed about even now. On the way home from there she threw up said grass all over my jeans, they still have the stain to prove it.
However one thing that seriously makes me feel sad is two specific things
1. Today seemed like it was the best day in the world until my mom told me the news.
2. In Mexico they are celebrating los dios de muertos...or Day of the Dead...seriously? If you are out there god, be more of a vindictive wo/man-BITCH!
There is a reason I am agnostic...
however this burial was worse than the one before.
because before I was an only child.
The dog that I had to bury today was named Arya. She was a small white bichon frise that my family had had for three years. I am typing this with tears in my eyes, blood on my sleeves and dirt on my hands...Both of my brothers were effected by this. My youngest brother, Blake, is only ten years old. After I was done he looked at me with tear filled eyes and said.
"But Keaton...There are supposed to be two puppies."
My other Brother, James, just sort of withdrew from talking, and has stayed quite ever since we got done burying her. I can tell that he loved her because when we were in the pet store looking at puppies James pointed at arya and told mom that that is the one he wanted, a smile on his face that could have made the sun look like a dim lightbulb.
We had picked her up as a very very young puppy. not much older than a few weeks. We bought her from a locally owned pet store so we know she came from a good home. After we had everything sorted out we took her with us to the hospital where my mom works, once we let her outside on the leash she ran onto the grass and started eating it. it was something that my family laughed about even now. On the way home from there she threw up said grass all over my jeans, they still have the stain to prove it.
However one thing that seriously makes me feel sad is two specific things
1. Today seemed like it was the best day in the world until my mom told me the news.
2. In Mexico they are celebrating los dios de muertos...or Day of the Dead...seriously? If you are out there god, be more of a vindictive wo/man-BITCH!
There is a reason I am agnostic...