i (used to) put the fresh in freshman.

it’s 1:16 in the morning.

and today was a very, very bad day.

(short disclaimer, i’m alot busier than i thought i would be this summer, but i promise promise promise i’ll do this and tweet more often, i must first get into a groove)

the past 24 hours have been some of (if not the) worst i’ve ever had to endure.

my puppy of nine months passed away today, and i have been so sad all day.
i can’t sleep, so i thought i’d write about it. i was away at college for most of the time that we had wilson, but i gave him his name and i was just as close with him as i am with my older dog, eddie. we knew that there was a chance he would get this sick and there really wasn’t much that we could do with him. he was really sick 4 weeks ago, came home, and seemed to have gotten much, much better until about this time wednesday morning. i can’t even describe what i am feeling right now. we’ve only recently gotten these dogs, so this is the first time i’ve ever had to endure this and i have come to the conclusion that i would not wish it on my worst enemy. many times i’ve used the expression “you look like your dog died or something”…never again. i’ve pretty much been the rock for my family, everyone is taking it so hard.

i really wanted to send a message, rather than a sob story on here, so if you read this and are an animal lover, or know animal lovers please repost.

we were forced to make the decision to ask the doctors to put wilson down so that he would not sufffer anymore. it is probably one of the hardest decisions i’ve made in the first 20 years of my life, but i am confident that i made the right one. the vet informed us that even if we had taken drastic measures to save my puppy’s life, the quality just would not have been what it should be. my mother signed the paper allowing the vet to euthanize wilson. we got to say our goodbyes and we were later informed that he died before being given the injection. it was a relief knowing that he died on his own rather than be put the sleep but the point i’m making here is that if it comes down to it, you’ve got to think about what’s best for your pet, rather than yourself. the reason it was so hard for me was that i wanted to keep my puppy alive so bad that i was willing to do anything. in the end i had to evaluate what i wanted against what was best for my dog and in the end i really feel that i made the right choice and end his suffering.

if you should find yourself in a similar situation, i beg that you consider both sides before making a decision. please don’t make your pets suffer.

and if you’re reading this right now, go give your dog/whatever other pet you have a big hug and a kiss for me.

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+p.s. it’s now 1:34