Sorrow
Matthew McCargish
Before I start my story off let me first say that I am not a very emotional person. It takes a lot to make me mad or upset. One of the last times I was overwhelmed was when my dog died. My dog was my best friend and he died after about six years of being my dog. He got cancer at the age of 7 (in human years) and we were forced to put him down on January 31, 2017. It was the most I had ever cried and the most I have cried to this day. I will never for the rest of my life forget putting him down.
I remember hugging him all the way from out house to the Vet. He was completely clueless as to what was about to happen to him, but I knew all to well. I remember when we got in the room, the Vet had put a really nice bed out for him to lay down on, and I remember laying down next to him on the floor crying my eyes out and not being able to stop.
I remember saying “Its ok. Everything is going to be ok.”
I was like a broken record and that was all I was able to say. When the Vet came into the room to ask if we were ready to say our final goodbyes my parents told her yes. So, the Vet put in this little plastic tube that connected my dogs blood stream to the outside world, but it did this without causing any pain or letting any blood come out. The doctor then put the syringe into the plastic tube and squirted this liquid into my dog that would painlessly stop his heart and he would die. When the Vet put the syringe into my dog and he slowly started to drift off I remember laying down on the cold tile flooring, facing him. We locked eyes and neither one of us could look away from each other. I remember all of the emotions I felt, and I remember how my dog and I could kind of in our own way, understand each other, and for a brief second, time stopped. It was just me and my dog. The rest of the world was irrelevant and no longer had a part in my life. Two inseparable friends. Laying there staring into each other’s eyes with a longing for more time. I remember how my dog tried to restart his heart and tried to breathe one final time gasping for air when none would come. While we stared at each other it looked like something just switched inside of him. I will never forget the look in his eyes when he was gone. I know that he was not a human but that was the closest I have ever come to death and was the first time I ever saw something die up close.
My dog was my very close friend and was apart of my family and was always there for me no matter what I did. He never once judged or cared what I did. He loved me no matter what. When he died it was the last time I cried for over three years. No matter what I did I could not cry. No matter how much I tried I could not cry. No tears would come to help my suffering. For the rest of my life my dog’s name; Andy will have a new meaning. Not one of sadness but one of friendship and happiness. Ill remember all of the good times because there is no point in dwelling on sad memories because there is nothing to gain from them.
I remember hugging him all the way from out house to the Vet. He was completely clueless as to what was about to happen to him, but I knew all to well. I remember when we got in the room, the Vet had put a really nice bed out for him to lay down on, and I remember laying down next to him on the floor crying my eyes out and not being able to stop.
I remember saying “Its ok. Everything is going to be ok.”
I was like a broken record and that was all I was able to say. When the Vet came into the room to ask if we were ready to say our final goodbyes my parents told her yes. So, the Vet put in this little plastic tube that connected my dogs blood stream to the outside world, but it did this without causing any pain or letting any blood come out. The doctor then put the syringe into the plastic tube and squirted this liquid into my dog that would painlessly stop his heart and he would die. When the Vet put the syringe into my dog and he slowly started to drift off I remember laying down on the cold tile flooring, facing him. We locked eyes and neither one of us could look away from each other. I remember all of the emotions I felt, and I remember how my dog and I could kind of in our own way, understand each other, and for a brief second, time stopped. It was just me and my dog. The rest of the world was irrelevant and no longer had a part in my life. Two inseparable friends. Laying there staring into each other’s eyes with a longing for more time. I remember how my dog tried to restart his heart and tried to breathe one final time gasping for air when none would come. While we stared at each other it looked like something just switched inside of him. I will never forget the look in his eyes when he was gone. I know that he was not a human but that was the closest I have ever come to death and was the first time I ever saw something die up close.
My dog was my very close friend and was apart of my family and was always there for me no matter what I did. He never once judged or cared what I did. He loved me no matter what. When he died it was the last time I cried for over three years. No matter what I did I could not cry. No matter how much I tried I could not cry. No tears would come to help my suffering. For the rest of my life my dog’s name; Andy will have a new meaning. Not one of sadness but one of friendship and happiness. Ill remember all of the good times because there is no point in dwelling on sad memories because there is nothing to gain from them.