i am very happy that a record number of people showed up to the caucuses last Tuesday. However, that is about the extent of the good that happened that day.
First i got an email from my mom asking me to call her. i found out that my childhood dog, Brak, slipped badly on some ice that morning out in her backyard. From what i understand, he already had very bad arthritis in his one back hip, and he dislocated the other back hip. My brother had taken him to the vet that morning. He needed surgery that would have put his weight on the arthritic hip, and would not have even necessarily worked and would have been thousands of dollars. It was just not an option. Brakster would have been in so much pain. So we decided the loving thing would be to put him out of his misery. We found out he had all these spine things in his back, too, that had probably been hurting him for months, and we didn't even know about them. So my brother called me and said that if i wanted to come say goodbye, i should come quickly. Brakster was all doped up, and they'd wait for me.
So i didn't even shower or anything that morning, just put on clothes in a daze and started driving. Kris and David followed me in Kris' car. i was bawling my eyes out. This was the only dog my mom ever let us get. We got him when i was 16, when our family was going through one of its toughest times so far. That dog continued to be right there when we needed him during ensuing even tougher times. He was loyal, and friendly, and had very many charming quirks. He was a member of our family. So i'm crying and driving, and then i started hearing clicking sounds, and my car was decelerating. So Kris and i were trying to get to a street where i could take a right, and i was in the right turn lane right in front of Valleyfair, but i had to brake so others turning left wouldn't crash into me. And there, in the right turn lane, my car died. Dead. It needed a new engine, about $3000, more than what a 2001 Saturn SL2 with 104,000 miles was worth.
i called Roadside Assistance my mom has on all of our cellphones, and they called in a tow, and my brother came and picked up David and i while Kris took care of the towing situation. Then we went to the Vet, so i could say goodbye to my dogster. Here's some pictures of him. His tongue was hanging out because of the meds they had him on.
He kept picking up his head, and i'd try to take pictures then. It was heartbreaking, guys. i've never had a dog before, and it shocked me how much i fell apart losing him. But i'd get up close and rub his nose with mine, and he didn't even lick me like usual. Poor little man.
So, Tuesday was a horrible day!
R.I.P. Selma the Saturn, 2001-2.5.08
R.I.P. Brak, Dec 27, 2000-2.5.08
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Oh, Jessica..
I know exactly how you feel. I am sorry you lost your dear Brak, but you know he is not suffering anymore.
Last winter we had to put down our dog, Max, that we'd had for probably about 10 years. My mom called and said they were taking him in and I had to hurry up and get there if I wanted to see him. I drove as fast as I could and cried the whole time. I kissed him and hugged him and told him I would always love him and that he was going to a better place. He, too, didn't lick my face like he normally would have. It made me cry even more. I feel your pain. It is such a hard thing to lose a pet, they are your family.
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