RIP Charlie · 9:09am Oct 12th, 2013
My dad got a dog a little over three years ago now. A pitbull, we named her Lexie. December of last year Lexie gave birth to a litter of puppies. We kept one of the brindle pitbulls and named him Charlie. I hate to admit to any kind of weakness, but I'm crying as I type this. I love that dumb little bastard. He was such a hassle, and when he was small he used to pee everywhere, so I ended up calling him pissant, even after he stopped. It became my little nickname for him for when we played. He had a little triangle of white on the bridge of his nose and I liked rubbing it. He was hyper and lovable. When we moved into our new home, the landlord said we could only keep one dog, so we sent Charlie to live with a friend for a while we tried to find a place that would let us have two dogs, or convinced the landlord to change her mind.
We found out that the disease from the last dog the friend had was still in the soil of the back yard, and Charlie contracted it. There is no cure, and we're putting him down before he suffers. I've been down all night, and I've only now gotten around to writing this blog post. He's not even a year old yet...we're having him cremated.
Ouch, that really sucks.
This is a terrible thing!
My condolences.
I know what you are going through... Last year on my birthday, I went to a comic convention with my brother. At the time my family had this 14-15 year old dog we named freckles. Well, the day of and before I left to go to phoenix (where the convention was being held) I didn't see him, but the others did so I knew he didn't run away. After we left the convention on the day of my birthday, my brother had a worried look on his face and told me that Freckles had a seizure and we had to put him to sleep. At first I thought he was joking (we had a running gag of poking fun at each other) and told him that if he was joking then stop because freckles was my favorite dog and I wouldn't give up anything for him. he confirmed my fears and the rest of the week I was depressed because I didn't even see him before he died. he now rests on my Desk/night stand (I move him occasionally) inside a plastic box holding his cremated ashes and is labeled with his name... We can't play together anymore... but at least we are in someway together... (and if anyone even thinks about getting near it I will snap their wrists...)
I'm so sorry to hear that. I can't say I know how you feel. But I'm a dog lover as well, and I have a feeling I'll be in a similar situation not too long from now. One of my dogs has just about hit its age limit, and she is really showing her age. I'm not sure how much longer she'll last.
I'm also not sure how that is supposed to make you feel better... but at least you can take solace in numbers...
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I know what you mean with the urns. Both of my mother's cats, and the dog are in set up in her living room. My dad, however, has his parents on the bookshelf. I see them every day.
You know...one of Charlie's baby teeth fell out a few months back. My dad brought it out today. I put it in a tiny little jar, no more than an inch high and wide when I found it on the floor...until he's cremated next week that's all we have of him...
1424347 Ssshhh... it's okay, I never knew my dog for a year, I feel you, I'll be there if you want to talk about it.