|Barked: Wed Aug 1, '12 4:37pm PST |
|So, it has been about 9 months since my dog, Rex, passed away.
Rex was my first dog. I grew up with him. He was this gorgeous appenzeller with the most beautiful eyes ever. So time passed by and I grew up so I moved to my own place and Rex stayed with my parents. But I visited them quite often, to be with him.
Rex got sick. He had a tumor that had to be removed. He was recovering and he was doing pretty good actually. I thought he was going to make it. I went to visit him every single day. I wanted to be with him as much as i could, because I thought he would get better quicker. So, the day he had to go to the vet, just for cheek up, I couldn't come, because I was out of town for a job. And then, I get this text from my dad that they had to put him down. It kills me that I didn't had the chance to say goodbye.
Very soon after this, my parents adopted a dog from a shelter. They told me they couldn't bare to live without a dog. I'm not blaming them, my dad loved Rex SO MUCH and so did my mom. But it hurts like hell when I see my dad playing with Lisa(the new dog) the same way he did with Rex. His bowls and his leash are now hers. Now, don't get me wrong, she is a sweet, loving dog, but I just.. My parent moved on I think, but I just can't. I can't even look at a picture of him without bursting into tears.I miss him. So, so much. And it's been almost a year!
He would have been 13 this week.
I miss you Rex. I truly, deeply, madly miss you.
Edited by author Wed Aug 1, '12 4:58pm PST
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