My dog was called Jeffrey and it was a french bulldog. I was aloud to pick a name and i just randomely picked Jeffrey. Put as i saw him growing, i saw that he was a real Jeffrey. He growned up, but there also growned somethings that was the cause of him leaving me.. It was sort of a little tumor on his neck that keeped growing in the years. I noticed it 2 like years ago but my mom always kept saying: "That nothing, it just belongs to his skin." Well, she was wrong, when it really started to get big we went to a dokter that gave us the adress of the best animal chirurg (in our land).
My paents got told that Jeffrey needed surgery but that even he wasn't sure about 100% succes, indeed, the chance on succeeding was 2%. My parents didn't want to take the rist of surgery we let Jeffrey the way he was. A ouple of days later, when everything went good with him.. his whole proces turned backwards, he wouldn't eat, he wouldn't drink, he wouldn't go out for a walk, and thats where my parents said "we are putting him to sleep.." I was like no you can't do that, he don't deserves that! But it wouldn't make a differences, i rather would have my dog have endless rest then him living in mizery.. so i agreed. I didn't want to watch it because that would be too overwhelming for me.. I grabbed my dog and i hugged him so heavy, i didn't want to let go, i always wanted to hold on to him and his cuddly skin, but after 10 minutes i saw him for the last time.. then i just noticed: I'm gonna loose my best friend! I didn't realized that first, but i really was gonna see him for the last time.. I looked at him and saw his eyes twinkling for the last time.. "Bye Jeffrey.." Jeffrey was on his way to end his destiny, to say it in expensive words.. I was playing on the computer, trying to get my mind of it. It didn't work at all, i clicked up Microsoft Text and started heavily cursing. I was done with that and just went to the living room, sitting on the couch waiting for my parents coming home..
After waiting hour, my dad and my mom came in.. without Jeffrey, ofcourse. I just started crying, i was mad, sad, and mostly depressed: I lost my best friend. I saw my dog as a brother for me. When i was depressed, i just came to my dog, hugging him. I was depressed because my dog is gone, i couldn't hug him.. My parents came to me and hugged me, it was diffrent, yet it felt good. That night i couldn't sleep ofcourse. I was still overwhelmed by all kinds of negative emotions; Sad, mad, lost, alone, suicidal, impatient, scared, and mostly, impatient for what will happen in the future. I waked up in the morning, what was weird for me; it was like everything was normal. I thought i would never wake up again.. I realised that the world just goes on. After a few months, i started dealing with the fact, the fact he was happy, we couldn't let him suffer, i started feeling normal again. Sure, it will never be the same, but maybe almost.. The end.
This has happened for real, and yes, don't tell my grammar sucks in this blog, because i know i have some mistakes.
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