Thought I'd give blogging a try. When I was in high school I had a Xanga account but never really did anything with it.
So yesterday morning, my mom and I had to take our dog, Charlie, to be put to sleep. He had eaten a rock about the size of a guitar pick and it was stuck in his intestine. He's been eating rocks ever since we brought him home and had to have surgery a few months ago to get some out of his stomach. It was kinda like he had an addiction; he wouldn't stop. We didn't have a choice; he was past the point of surgery and we couldn't just let him suffer.
That dog meant more to me than any other pet I'd had before. I know he's just a dog, but I loved him like he was a member of my family. It broke my heart to have to put him to sleep. It seemed like anything I saw yesterday made me cry. I saw an ant and started crying (he was our glorified ant killer). Even when I walked into the house yesterday after getting home from school I started to cry. Whenever I would walk in I would always hear this little bark coming from his room, telling me he needed to go outside. But all I heard yesterday was silence. Last night, my step-dad went to pick Charlie up so we could bury him. I left and went to Carl's because I couldn't handle being home when Jaime got back.
I'm a little better today but it still hurts. I know it'll get better each day but I'll always miss him. Love & miss you, Charles. The house isn't the same without you.