Saying goodbye to Hero was tough. I got a call at work from my Dad telling me to get to the Vet right away. Hero was diagnosed with the same cancer that Lucky had but it spread faster then his had. We needed to make a decision right away. How horrible is that to do?
We made the choice to put him down the next day. We brought him home where I bought him prime rib and hand feed him his dinner. My heart broke as I feed him for the last time and my mom ended up sleeping with him downstairs. His breathing was rough and he couldn’t sleep. The decision to put him down was the right one.
The next day we all brought him to the Vet to say goodbye. He was so sick he needed to be carried. I said goodbye to my dog, my pet and my friend that day. I left the Vet feeling horrible and cried in bed most of that night.
Hero came to us as a puppy and was by my side all the time. I was sick with Mono when we got him and spent countless hours brushing and snuggling him. He wasn’t well behaved dog that Lucky was. He cried when he didn’t get cuddled, he stole Lucky’s food, he demanded attention 24/7 and nipped at my brother and my boyfriend (must have sensed evil). But he sure knew how to make feel better when I came home in tears.
Coming home to no dogs greeting you is tough. Seeing my dog suffer was tougher. I never regret the decision to put him down. I still miss the smell of his fur and feeling him pushed against me in the morning. I miss giving him belly rubs and rubbing his ears. I even miss that high pitch cry he had when I was upset and we yelled in the house.
I like to think of Hero running around in Heaven. Maybe he is cuddling with the angels. Stealing other dog’s food. Annoying god with his high energy and need for attention. I hope that Lucky found him and they are together again. That they dread the day Moggy (my families cat) comes up to join them. That they still want to comfort us when we are sad and lonely.
I’ll miss you Hero.
We made the choice to put him down the next day. We brought him home where I bought him prime rib and hand feed him his dinner. My heart broke as I feed him for the last time and my mom ended up sleeping with him downstairs. His breathing was rough and he couldn’t sleep. The decision to put him down was the right one.
The next day we all brought him to the Vet to say goodbye. He was so sick he needed to be carried. I said goodbye to my dog, my pet and my friend that day. I left the Vet feeling horrible and cried in bed most of that night.
Hero came to us as a puppy and was by my side all the time. I was sick with Mono when we got him and spent countless hours brushing and snuggling him. He wasn’t well behaved dog that Lucky was. He cried when he didn’t get cuddled, he stole Lucky’s food, he demanded attention 24/7 and nipped at my brother and my boyfriend (must have sensed evil). But he sure knew how to make feel better when I came home in tears.
Coming home to no dogs greeting you is tough. Seeing my dog suffer was tougher. I never regret the decision to put him down. I still miss the smell of his fur and feeling him pushed against me in the morning. I miss giving him belly rubs and rubbing his ears. I even miss that high pitch cry he had when I was upset and we yelled in the house.
I like to think of Hero running around in Heaven. Maybe he is cuddling with the angels. Stealing other dog’s food. Annoying god with his high energy and need for attention. I hope that Lucky found him and they are together again. That they dread the day Moggy (my families cat) comes up to join them. That they still want to comfort us when we are sad and lonely.
I’ll miss you Hero.
