Another end.
May. 15th, 2013 08:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apparentoppositeI only seem to post things when there's a beginning or end: the beginning of my fandom life, the end of my favourite band. Now this.
So i had a dog. She was called Fizz. She was lively, loyal, hilarious and one of my closest friends for almost 13 years. And i know people think it stupid to develop such a strong emotional connection with an animal, but whatever. For the whole of her life she was my best friend and somehow always knew how i was feeling. We developed a way of communicating that only close friends can over the years. She was awesome.
And i knew this day was going to come, but it feels so sudden. Too sudden. It shouldn't; i mean, we started noticing she had tumors on her belly a while ago, and how her sight was getting worse, and her trouble running and jumping. But she didn't act like it was bothering her or anything. She seemed happy - her usual self. (And we didn't really have the money for medical bills, but that's beside the point.)
Fizz had always been one of those derpy, energetic dogs who always wants to play and eat and run and all of that stuff. She was still like that (maybe with a bit less gusto, but with the same spirit) until a few weeks ago. This past few weeks is the only time i've ever seen her properly ill. And it scared the shit out of me. But i thought she'd bounce back, because that's just what you have to tell yourself, especially when you know it's not true.
But i know we did the best we could for her and it'll all be better in a while, but they only put her down, like, an hour ago, so now i'm gonna watch some cartoons and cry and eat and try to feel better. Sorry for the downer for whoever reads this, but i always feel better about stuff when i type about it, so tough.
Also, here's a picture of her to prove how much of a cutie/derpface she was:
http://24.media.tumblr.com/1937124d2273d8bab17c8e66952c071b/tumblr_mmuskvVtL51s69ex1o1_500.jpg.
So i had a dog. She was called Fizz. She was lively, loyal, hilarious and one of my closest friends for almost 13 years. And i know people think it stupid to develop such a strong emotional connection with an animal, but whatever. For the whole of her life she was my best friend and somehow always knew how i was feeling. We developed a way of communicating that only close friends can over the years. She was awesome.
And i knew this day was going to come, but it feels so sudden. Too sudden. It shouldn't; i mean, we started noticing she had tumors on her belly a while ago, and how her sight was getting worse, and her trouble running and jumping. But she didn't act like it was bothering her or anything. She seemed happy - her usual self. (And we didn't really have the money for medical bills, but that's beside the point.)
Fizz had always been one of those derpy, energetic dogs who always wants to play and eat and run and all of that stuff. She was still like that (maybe with a bit less gusto, but with the same spirit) until a few weeks ago. This past few weeks is the only time i've ever seen her properly ill. And it scared the shit out of me. But i thought she'd bounce back, because that's just what you have to tell yourself, especially when you know it's not true.
But i know we did the best we could for her and it'll all be better in a while, but they only put her down, like, an hour ago, so now i'm gonna watch some cartoons and cry and eat and try to feel better. Sorry for the downer for whoever reads this, but i always feel better about stuff when i type about it, so tough.
Also, here's a picture of her to prove how much of a cutie/derpface she was:
http://24.media.tumblr.com/1937124d2273d8bab17c8e66952c071b/tumblr_mmuskvVtL51s69ex1o1_500.jpg.
