I may be fairly young and have probably made loads of mistakes in bringing up dogs but one thing is for sure- i loved those boys and girls with all my heart.
To date I have had 5 dogs and 2 bitches. All various breeds. Each dog that has passed I have been there with my equally devoted mum and hugged them while they drift away.
Brian was my Bassett Hound and by golly everyone knew he was my dog! He was my best friend, and so damn handsome! But my poor darling Brian got bloat and as I type this I am over come with emotion remembering that day.
Despite speeding to the vets Brian had already displayed the signs for well over an hour and once we had got to the vets they had to x-ray to see how bad it was. The vet had told me that if it was her dog and that he was Brian's age (10 years) she would put him to rest. I had decided thats what I had to do and would be cradling him in my arms just as I had with my other pals. Only when my parents came in Brian wagged his tail and my dad said that he wasn't ready to go so he fronted the cash for the operation.
I watched the vet lead my beautiful friend into one of the rooms and we went home.
Brian meant more to me than most human beings.
At 7am the following morning the vet rang and told us that Brian did not make the night. I had left him to die alone. Nobody will ever know how my heart breaks every time I think about him being there without me.
I have his ashes and every morning I give the box a gentle kiss or a wipe over with my hand.
My dad got me Cliff on saturday. I think he feels guilty about the decision to put Brian through the op. I don't blame him though but I hate myself for leaving him. He was probably the only one of my dogs I should have been with and I wasn't.
I have so many wonderful memories of him, in my heart he is firmly in place.
I read the post about Thor and cried so hard. How do we keep going without our best friends
To date I have had 5 dogs and 2 bitches. All various breeds. Each dog that has passed I have been there with my equally devoted mum and hugged them while they drift away.
Brian was my Bassett Hound and by golly everyone knew he was my dog! He was my best friend, and so damn handsome! But my poor darling Brian got bloat and as I type this I am over come with emotion remembering that day.
Despite speeding to the vets Brian had already displayed the signs for well over an hour and once we had got to the vets they had to x-ray to see how bad it was. The vet had told me that if it was her dog and that he was Brian's age (10 years) she would put him to rest. I had decided thats what I had to do and would be cradling him in my arms just as I had with my other pals. Only when my parents came in Brian wagged his tail and my dad said that he wasn't ready to go so he fronted the cash for the operation.
I watched the vet lead my beautiful friend into one of the rooms and we went home.
Brian meant more to me than most human beings.
At 7am the following morning the vet rang and told us that Brian did not make the night. I had left him to die alone. Nobody will ever know how my heart breaks every time I think about him being there without me.
I have his ashes and every morning I give the box a gentle kiss or a wipe over with my hand.
My dad got me Cliff on saturday. I think he feels guilty about the decision to put Brian through the op. I don't blame him though but I hate myself for leaving him. He was probably the only one of my dogs I should have been with and I wasn't.
I have so many wonderful memories of him, in my heart he is firmly in place.
I read the post about Thor and cried so hard. How do we keep going without our best friends