ATTN: ChickLit – So sorry to hear that. How'd you deal?
ATTN: yapthomas – Sigh. I don't keep looking out for her but I keep looking at places she used to be at. As if to remind myself that she's gone and to not forget that those were her spots.
I was ready to accept it by that time, cause he (Oscar, my pug) was kinda ancient and frail.
Also I didn't really have a choice; I came home one night and my dad just blurted that "Oh btw, he's buried in the yard" - as per our wishes, but WTF Dad, a little moar heads-up would've been nice!
ATTN: ChickLit – Whoa. Okay. That's not very cool. Sigh. I don't know which is better then. Your dad's method, or what I went through.
Cos my family and I actually saw my dog, Princess, collapse, go into spasms and foam from the nose and mouth twice (about half hour apart) the night before. She had problems breathing a couple of times through the night, too. (Very busy night of running in and out of bed/the room for me.) But when I last checked on her at 7am, she still seemed alright. Up and walking about. Albeit a little weak. So I gave her a pat, said goodnight, and went back to bed. By the time we all woke up, she was gone. T_T
We all missed her death. I guess that's what pains me. A part of me wished that she had just died when we were all there, patting her and praying for her. During her spasms earlier in the night. Rather than die alone when we were all in bed and not right there by her side. =(
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Hey Pam, I am so sorry to hear the news. Truly. My condolences to you and your family. {tight hugs}
*pat pat*
ATTN: Melissa
– Thanks, Melissa.
ATTN: 陳一豪
– T_T
AWWW!!! :( *huggles*
Damn. My condolences; I lost my dog too last year.
I know how it feels. I always look for Bobby every time I go over to my brother's place. :(
take care..
ATTN: Lissa
– Thanks, babe.
ATTN: ChickLit
– So sorry to hear that. How'd you deal?
ATTN: yapthomas
– Sigh. I don't keep looking out for her but I keep looking at places she used to be at. As if to remind myself that she's gone and to not forget that those were her spots.
ATTN: RealGunners
– Thanks, RG.
I was ready to accept it by that time, cause he (Oscar, my pug) was kinda ancient and frail.
Also I didn't really have a choice; I came home one night and my dad just blurted that "Oh btw, he's buried in the yard" - as per our wishes, but WTF Dad, a little moar heads-up would've been nice!
ATTN: ChickLit
– Whoa. Okay. That's not very cool. Sigh. I don't know which is better then. Your dad's method, or what I went through.
Cos my family and I actually saw my dog, Princess, collapse, go into spasms and foam from the nose and mouth twice (about half hour apart) the night before. She had problems breathing a couple of times through the night, too. (Very busy night of running in and out of bed/the room for me.) But when I last checked on her at 7am, she still seemed alright. Up and walking about. Albeit a little weak. So I gave her a pat, said goodnight, and went back to bed. By the time we all woke up, she was gone. T_T
We all missed her death. I guess that's what pains me. A part of me wished that she had just died when we were all there, patting her and praying for her. During her spasms earlier in the night. Rather than die alone when we were all in bed and not right there by her side. =(
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