Georgia is my dog. A Chow-Lab mix, a rescued dog…
My mom found her on the street, in the road. My mom looked everywhere for an owner, but Georgia had no collar, tag or anything else to show she had an owner.
After a couple of weeks, my mom decided to keep her.
We named her Georgia Ocean, Georgia or short, because my mom wanted to name a dog Georgia, and she was so thirsty when we got her, so we gave her a second name, Ocean.
The only thing that concerned us, was that every once and a while Georgia would yelp, and turn to her stomach. So we took Georgia to a vet again. The doctors said she was perfectly healthy and there was nothing wrong with her, inside or out.
A few days later, Georgia stopped yelping, but every now and then she would turn to her stomach abruptly.
Georgia was very sweet to everyone and loved people. She had a powerful bark and was very, very playful.
Everyone loved Georgia, she was nice to every animal and human. And was protective against strangers. She was always ready to play, and spoiled with love. Fed well, happy all the time, and filled with energy. She still had a bit of puppy in her, and wasn’t really fully adult yet.
One day though, I woke up, and went downstairs. Georgia didn’t look well at all. She was sitting and not moving, her eyes were red and she breathed odd. Other things happened to. So my mom, dad, and a few friends who loved Georgia, took her to the vet.
My dad told me when he got home…
Georgia died on the table…
My dad told me, and my siblings, that the doctor thought it was odd for such a healthy dog to die so suddenly, and that he would look into it.
Everyone was depressed by the death.
And Georgia will be missed …
By @maxleen12
