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Well, it's official, my best friend, my dog, Milo, is being put down. He's been having trouble lately and he half fell down the stairs the other day. My dad says that's it. Friday at 4... my best friend and first love will be gone forever. I know it's for the best, and that he'll be out of pain and in "Doggy heaven" but it's hard to imagine life without him. He's never left my side and I wont leave his, even in the end. That's my duty to him. He's been my everything. It's harder now that there's a time restriction on his lfe, we give him more attention and baby him. I'm spoiling him to the max. I can't stop crying. I've been on and off. I cried for 3 hours strait yesterday when I got the news. I just want him to ba happy. He's happy when he's with me. It's hard to look into his eyes and smile now. He just wants love and happiness. I'm 19 years old, almost 20, and I can't take his death. What if I"m not ready for this? I'm almost afraid of ending up going to more...
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