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« on: June 14, 2014, 08:01:58 am »
Question 1: Who Have You Had to Let go? And What Happen?
Question 2: How did you deal with it?
1. My best friend growing up was my Labrador retriever Buddy. He came to me unexpectedly as someone else's dog. My father always would take him back to his correct owner but every few days he would keep showing up at our house repeatedly. The original owners decided to just let me have him because they believed he chose me. We had wonderful times together, i taught him to play basketball and soccer. He followed me as if he was my other half. Everyday i would leave for school he followed me to end of my driveway and watched me leave. When i would come home he would be sitting in grass just waiting for me. There also has been a time where my dad got a phone call about a golden lab and a German Shepard in there yard. So my dad and i went to see if it was buddy. Which was about 2 miles from our house. They told us they witnessed our dog pulling the other dog across the road from being hit by a car. We took the Shepard to the vet immediately found no owners so my dad decided to adopt her. But before we could get the papers signed she passed away.So many fond memories of him and the things he has done for our family.
What happen: One day coming home from school i got off the bus, and headed toward the house. When i reached the garage i noticed blood on the ground. Wondering what it was, i called for Buddy and he wasn't coming to me like he normally would of done. When i got in the garage i found him laying in the corner so i rushed over to him. Not noticing blood on him yet i started petting him, then i saw blood on my hand. When i moved his head over i realized half of his ear has been ripped from his face and he was bleeding servery. I called my dad quickly and we rushed him to the vet. Being at his age 11 years old at this time, i told them to not use the strongest sleeping medicine. Which they said they would not do. Leaving the vet i hugged Buddy told him i loved him and i would be back for him soon. A few days went by i kept asking my dad about Buddy and got no reply. Finally one day my dad told me Buddy didnt make it through the operation. Asking to see my best friend i wasn't allowed. The part that makes me most angry, is finding out the doctor didn't do what they would say. I finally got my real answer that he made it though the sergery but they couldn't wake him up. So they had to let him go. My dad had him cremated in a jar for me to hold onto till this very day.
2. Its been about 10 years since he passed away. Even to this day it still hurts just thinking of the news i got from my dad about my best friend. My parents made a photograph of the last picture i had with Buddy and wrote on side a message from him. Saying " I'm not with you physically but i am here spiritually. Even though we can not be together now, i will be waiting for you at Rainbow Bridge. Then we will be together again" Buddy. Even though i know my parents made that message, it means so much to me because i felt i had a bond with Buddy and we could connect more than most people/animals could. My parents even made a Labrador Statue with a collar that buddy wore. Right now even after all these years i still keep a picture of him next to my computer that i look at everyday. I know he's in a better place that happen to him, and i'ts hard to get over such a tragic. I could never and will never let him go. He is with me in my heart and soul rest of my life.