Some sad news about our family dog - last days · 2:44pm Jul 8th, 2019
Today, I bring some pretty sad and unfortunate news regarding our family pet, Lenny.
Lenny has been a part of this family for so very long, but we don't really know how long that is, to be exact. Even the place we got him from has no clue. At best, he's roughly eleven or twelve years old, and I wasn't actually around when we first brought him home. I was at my mother's house, and then I got a call from Dad telling me that we had gotten a dog. When I came home, I'll never forget how he looked.
He was a rescue dog that was used by a bunch of animal abusing, disgusting pigs for their own entertainment, having him fight for no more than a pointless, cruel laugh. He looked absolutely horrible, and he could easily pass for a xylophone. He was even scarred, too. If we hadn't taken him in, Dad had told me that the staff at the RSPCA were going to put him down, having little expectation that he'd survive and return to health. Well, they were all proved wrong. Lenny eventually settled in, gained weight and muscle mass, and he was a relatively happy dog, despite how he was mistreated before. He almost immediately became a family member.
The reason I'm writing this, and to get straight to the point without dawdling on, is that I'm sat with Lenny right now with Dad and everyone else in the family. Lenny had recently developed arthritis and it's been making it painful for him to walk or do any basic task. He's been laid up in the man cave for a few days, now unable to actually do anything in the physical aspect for himself. Dad and his partner have been watching over him all week. Dad's not even been to work because he's worried about the dog.
And so, it is with a heavy heart that I have to inform you that Lenny will likely never see tomorrow. This is his last day with us.
It's heartbreaking as hell to witness him whimpering and shaking in pain all the time, and I'm saying that despite not being a dog person. I much more favour cats, but that doesn't mean much because I love all animals. Nobody wants to see their beloved animals in constant pain, and I'll openly admit that I feel like crying right now, everybody does. Dad's taking it the worse, no doubt. He doesn't want to have the vet come down and put him to sleep, but...there's nothing else that can be done, and, as any pet owner has to learn, it'd be cruel to make him stay in the state that he's in.
So, that's it, then. Lenny dearest, otherwise known as White Socks, or, as I like to call him, Dipstick, won't be with us for much longer. I'm not going to say Rest in Peace just yet. But I have to admit, even if I might not be a dog lover, I do love that dog.
Sorry that you and your family have to go through that. It's never easy. Just remember that you all gave him a better, happy life. That's how I like to think about it.
I'm so so sorry to hear that mate... We're all here for you if you need us...
I know how utterly late I am, but I'm sorry my friend. Having lost three animal companions already, I know how hard this situation can be.