I'm fucking depressed right now · 4:13pm Feb 16th, 2016
My pet German Shepard, George, might have to be put down soon. He had 4 "accidents" today, and he's not eating. He's 10 years old, and he's not getting better. Back in August, I believe, he had a slipped spinel disk that render him unable to walk, and we took him to the vet, and for the most part, it got fixed. However, he hasn't been walking very easily, and I think the smooth wooden floors have something to do with that, as well as his injured back. Please get better George, please. I don't want to say goodbye yet, I CAN'T say goodbye yet.
~::Edit::~ I don't know why this refused to go through the first 17 times, hopefully it will go through this time.
George had to be put down an hour after this blog was first put up. My dad didn't even know until a few hours after, because he was asleep, and he is near Guam. I haven't spoken much about it, and my siblings are acting like they did before George died. Like everything is normal. Everyone thinks I've gotten over my "depression phase"
You don't just "get over" that.
I'm so sorry to hear about this. I grew up with a German Shepard, Smokey. We got her when I was five and she was there my entire childhood. She was such an amazing dog. I remember very vividly the day we put her down, and still to this day, I miss her. But I also remember all those years I had with her, and I wouldn't trade them for the world.
I hope for the best for George, but know that we all have to say goodbye at some point. It sucks, but it is just the way it has to be. Just remember that life isn't about the end, it's about all the memories that lead there.