My dog just died last week.
If you read the above post he had epilepsy. It was like 5 in the morning he had a seizure and it just never stopped. The seizure lasted 20 minutes and it just wouldn't stop.
I was working at the moment, and it was like everything just went away from underneath in an instant. We I got out of my office, my mom just tells me the family dog just died in my aunts room.
My reaction? I locked myself back in my office for like 30 minutes. I couldn't continue working.
It's crazy because this home suddenly felt like an empty house.
I haven't really took time to grieve about it but it sucks. He was just one of a kind and had the sweetest personality. I never took him for a last walk or took him to a dog beach and I feel so bad. Everytime he used to walk around the house the pet tags in his collar used to jingle like bells. We don't hear that anymore. He just always made everybody so happy and kept us company when we felt alone in all senses. Like, we knew he was going to die because of epilepsy but we didn't know it was going to happen this soon. He wasn't even 3 yrs old.
This week has been the longest week ever. But atleast we know he's no longer suffering of seizures in doggy heaven.
I'll always miss him. He'll always be a part of the family no matter what.