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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 25 2007, 07:45 AM (1,231 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Jul 25 2007, 07:45 AM Post #1 |
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In 1999, I think, the last of my first two dogs died. Six months later, on Father's Day in 2000, we went to the pound to look at the dogs available. My mom liked a border collie, which we ended up getting and naming Chloe. I liked another one more, though. The people at the pound guessed she was part-rott, part-doberman, and estimated to be about six months old. Our first dog, Mickey, was a bred Chesapeake Bay Retriever, and properly trained. Her son, the runt of the litter, was timid to the day he died. Neither were playing dogs. I was 13 years old, and I wanted a playing dog. When I saw the "rotterman" at the pound, what had drawn me to her were the various toys in her cell. And she was big (compared to a 13 year old). She was energetic, optimistic, and gentle for a puppy. She was a playing dog, and I wanted her. We got both dogs that day. Each dog, including their shots and fixing, was $90. I kept persisting that the dog I picked out was my dog, because, well, it was I who chose her. Finally, my parents allowed my claim that she was my dog. I named her Aeris. ![]() Aeris was terrified of water, always wanted food, licked my face, slept in my bed, and was mine. I taught her to sit, to gently snatch slim jims from my mouth, and she was my dog. Well over a year ago, perhaps even two, she was diagnosed with cancer. The vet gave her less than a year to live. My dad, however, paid for chemo, and Aeris ended up being worth tens of thousands of dollars. But it paid off, and she survived well past her expected expiration date, becoming the longest living cancer patient (of that type) by far that our vet has treated. ![]() Last weekend, I was told Aeris would probably have to be put down within the week. This morning, my mom called me and told me it would have to be done today. I went over to the house to see her, and I saw that, aside from the boniness and growing tumors she'd been enduring for the past few months, her forelegs had swollen up very badly. So I hung around the house with her for about an hour. My sister gave her Snickers, and I gave her my cup of noodles. She ate, but not like she used to. She obviously experienced pain doing what she loved. So at about 11:40, my dad put Aeris in my mom's car. I drove my car and met them at the vet. My dad, mom, sister, and I waited with Aeris in a patient room for about ten minutes. When the vet came in, he told use he needed to give her some painkiller and prep her, and that she would be ready in five minutes. He took her down the hall and we waited. After she was prepped, we were led to the back. She laid on the table, completely conscious. She saw us and gave her tail a limp wag. I took her collar off and put it in my pocket. We all pet her one last time. I took the last picture of her I thought I would take, and my dad injected the fluid into her foreleg. I scratched behind her ears and rubbed her neck and face. Her eyes grew vacant, and all I could think was "this is happening too fast." ![]() As Aeris lay dead on the table, my family pet her as if she could still recognize us. I rubbed the spot where I had cut off some of her fur as a keepsake. The vet explained to us that she was dead, but her heart might make some final contractions, and her lungs might appear to breathe as they expel the last of their air. I fumbled my hand over the tumors in her chest to feel just a misleading hint that she was still alive, but there was nothing. I thought "just one last picture, and I don't care how morbid it is." I raised my phone, everyone stepped back, and I took the final record of her existence. ![]() I hugged her for at least a minute, remembering what it was like when I was 13, when she was new, when we slept together. Through my running nose, I inhaled and breathed her scent. After my attempts of clearing my nose, I found what I was looking for. The new puppy smell that had stuck with her for her entire life remained with her in death, and I needed it to fill my lungs. Finally, we all said our last goodbyes, confirmed when we'd get her ashes, and I went back to her and became the last person to hug my dog.
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| Luke Strife | Jul 25 2007, 11:04 AM Post #2 |
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I don't know what to say, you made me cry. ;_; I wouldn't know what I'd do without my dog, he's so soft and loveable. Just remember all the good times, and hey - she'll probably be watching over you. |
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| The Jassi-fricka-nation | Jul 25 2007, 11:36 AM Post #3 |
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I remember a dog that we had. We called her Shaka, but I'm not even sure of how to actually spell her name. She had liver cancer. By the time it was found, it had already spread to most of her liver, so operating would have been futile. What does my little story mean? To you, maybe not a whole lot. And, I realize the whole, "I understand how you feel." doesn't make things easier. But, I wish you the best in coping with this. |
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| Enogrok | Jul 25 2007, 01:51 PM Post #4 |
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Oh wow... I don't know what to say, man. My eyes are welling up. That was really touching. |
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| ©Ð/-\¨U | Jul 25 2007, 02:31 PM Post #5 |
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Oh geez. I could feel my eyes already wet, a sentence more and a tear would have come. I've never had a dog but I know that must have sucked big-time. |
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| Detective Chucklee | Jul 25 2007, 02:49 PM Post #6 |
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I think that you have been able to get to everyone here. I know I started to cry. I'm sorry to hear that. I have 3 dogs, and I know it'll be hard when they die, too. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 25 2007, 05:22 PM Post #7 |
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I would probably be crying if I liked you, i know how it is for one of your pets to die, they feel just like a family member. 7 years? That's basically like your little sister right there. RIP aeris |
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| shadowmare | Jul 25 2007, 05:56 PM Post #8 |
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First of all Alc, That's exactly how to get everyone to hate you. I'm sorry about your dog, I don't have a dog, but I do have a cat, and I would hate it if my cat died too. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 25 2007, 06:27 PM Post #9 |
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We have a previous history, you dolt |
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| Brian | Jul 25 2007, 06:40 PM Post #10 |
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You made me tear up. Pets are the greatest companions man has ever had. I won't ever get a pet because once they are gone, they will never come back and leave a hole in your heart that could never be re-filled. She looks like a great dog R.I.P. Aeris |
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| Deleted User | Jul 25 2007, 06:41 PM Post #11 |
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Like I said, pets are like your siblings. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 25 2007, 07:53 PM Post #12 |
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Thanks, everyone. And thanks for cheering me up, Akakios. I have no idea who you are or what our history together is, but it's probably like two years old, and I'm guessing it spanned like a week and consisted of name calling on the internets. I'm both flattered and amused that you still carry such a deep-seeded resentment for me. |
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| Neo Ky | Jul 25 2007, 09:52 PM Post #13 |
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gah that sucks dude i know how i'd feal if ote where to happen to my cat |
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| Iron Angel | Jul 25 2007, 10:42 PM Post #14 |
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Well, i dont particularly like dogs, but I know what you're feeling. my grandma had a cat named Babykins, it was older than me. She died at twenty, when I was 14. She was just like a real cat should be- loving, compassionate, and serious, without being hard on your personal space. She was a real family member. She would have lived longer, but she developed throat cancer, and she couldnt even eat. She had to be put down, and even though she was twenty, with gray hairs and weak bones, she still had the sharp eyes and playful nature of the kitten she was before I was even born. She was with me my entire childhood, and even to this day, four years later, I fell like I've lost a sister. So I know how you feel. The wound might close, but the scar stays forever. RIP Aeris |
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| Deleted User | Jul 25 2007, 11:03 PM Post #15 |
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From what I remember is that you were a dick. It's sort of like you meeting someone who made fun of you for a while (you didn't, im just saying) and then 2 years later, how could you not remember? Oh and back then I was called Nebuchadnezzar, Nasarcith, Alcaeus, and rpgmaker2000used, but I dont think i was a dick to anyone cept PV back when i was RM2kUsed |
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| shadowmare | Jul 26 2007, 02:17 AM Post #16 |
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Wow Alc... I'm interested to see how your going to treat your wife and children (assuming you ever have one)... I mean, if you were going to go up to someone and tell them how you don't like them, couldn't you at least do it in a DIFFERENT topic. back on topic: Just that 3rd picture makes me sad...it's kind of looks like she knows whats about to happen... Reading this actually made me go play around with my cat for at least an hour, which is probably one of the longest amounts of times since I got him. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 26 2007, 03:15 AM Post #17 |
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Here's something your parents never said to you: [size=23]shut the fu[/size][size=23]ck[/size][size=23] up.[/size] This isn't the topic for you to be an idiot Shadowmare, go somewhere else. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 26 2007, 03:23 AM Post #18 |
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I find the irony in Akakios' behavior deliciously hilarious. "You hurt my feelings on the internets two years ago, so I'm going to hate you forever! Now excuse me while I go be a jerk to as many people as I can just because I can." Or maybe my abuse traumatized you. It would be pretty sad that I'd have so much power over such an impressionable person on such a weak medium as the Internet, though. I'm not sure which personal problem you could have that would be your best choice, so I'll just assume you're retarded, because then it wouldn't be your fault. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 26 2007, 03:28 AM Post #19 |
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... Okay maybe I didn't make myself clear, you said something about my spelling and I guess I took it the wrong way and started being a dick to you or something, I'm not so sure. I DO remember we had some sort of arguement and I'm sure you were being a douche, or maybe thats when I developed the "i'm a douchebag" attitude around here. And your last two paragraph-sentence things are void and contribute nothing to the "arguement" (Horrid place for an arguement by the way) because your "abuse" didn't "traumatize" me. I'm trying NOT to be a dick to you, but if you want me too, I will. I really don't care. And I could care less if you made a whole false rant on my family, it won't affect me at all, because like you said "on such a weak medium as the Internet..." |
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| Carnage | Jul 26 2007, 03:32 AM Post #20 |
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wow, that made me cry..
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