Took my dog to the vet this evening. After a quick exam the doc informed me that she may be full of tumors, possibly cancerous. So my old best friend may be nearing her end. It fucking blows. Shes crossed the country with me twice, climbed mountains, swam lakes, rode atvs. This dog has been through hell and back with me, in times when so called friends even turned away.
She'd crawl underneath my project cars with me at 3am while i pulled transmissions or exhuast systems, just to see what i was doing and to keep me company.
She's a rescue from the pound, i got her when she was four. Some asshole had been evil to her, broke her nose, put a chain around her neck so tight the fur wont grow there anymore. Poor thing was scared shitless of everything for that first year. If i yelled at the tv during a fight she'd run and wedge herself under my bed terrified. But after that first year, she turned into a real jem. Never had to have her on a leash, would always stay right by my side. Hell, i'd even loan her out to the kids in my apartment complex. They'd walk her, or try and ride her, pull her tail and ears. And she'd just sit there, content someone was paying attention to her.
Shes been an excellent dog, and a better friend. Im another victim of this lovely ecomony, theres no way in hell im gonna be able to afford kemo. But honestly, i think however long she has should be about guality, not quantity. Its the most i can do.
So tonight, as my best pal lay underneath my chair, im drinking a beer to her. For all the good times we have shared, the hard times we've endured and the adventures we have conquered.
I encourage anyone taking the time to read this, to do the same, for there dog, or for a person or something, that helped them get through life, and made their journey a little brighter.
Dnothing!
