Single Status Update
I woke up this morning to find out my parents had my dog Peter was put to sleep. He was 15 years old. He was a mix of a Golden Retriever and an American Eskimo dog, in case anyone was wondering what kind of dog he was.
Goddamn, I wish they could have given me a heads up on that. Yeah, it was obvious that it was going to happen eventually and everyone pretty much knew he wasn't going to have much time to live, but still. I wish my parents said when they were going to put him down. Fuck, this sucks. The last thing I said to my dog was "Hey Peter, you ok?" How fucking stupid is that? Goddamn, I wish I could have just said something more meaningful and at least given my dog one last hug. This fucking sucks. If there's one thing that surprises me abotu that dog is that he didn't go so sooner. I mean, 15 years is pretty damn old for a dog, right?
I'm going to miss Peter.
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Thanks for the support guys.
This all happened on Saturday in the middle of the night. My parents were the only ones awake. My mom basically said good bye and thank you for all of us and then my dad took him away to the vet to have him put down. I used to be really bummed out by this, but now that I think about it, my dog'll be with my grandfather and his dog so I guess things will be good from here on out. :)
I had an English bulldog die of a heart attack at 6 years old. I came home hours before my parents did and found him dead on the floor and completely lost it. I've had friends and family die on me, but for some reason this death has hit me the hardest. My family also took it really hard as we haven't had a pet since that dog died, and that was about eight years ago. Its funny to come home to a quite house after you've had an animal. It feels so lonely.