My perfectly healthy, nine-year-old dog died, while I was in Florida volunteering. I felt her go when I was standing beside the 19A soccer field, and wasn't surprised, later, when my dad texted, telling me to call my mum. I got home that night and she tried to let me get settled in and go to the bathroom first, like any mother should. I turned around and asked her what was wrong.

"Nothing...everything's fine."

"Then where's Sophie, Mum."

And then she burst into tears and told me she was sorry, that she had to put her down. The suspected cause was rat poison. Her blood wouldn't coagulate enough to give her spleen surgery, and so they just gave her the injection. She would have died soon, anyway, but not soon enough, and in a lot of pain.

I've been crying since I found out, last night. I've been this upset only one other time in my life, and I had to surround myself with friends just to get myself to eat, for weeks after the fact.


Mum can have some, but I want most of her ashes. I know it's kind of weird. But she was my Adventure Dog. She always came with me.

I'm so sorry to hear about your dog. :( I rarely cry harder than I do when one of my pets dies, and I've had a lot of parakeets. I imagine the bond with a dog must be a lot stronger...
» randomjunk on 2012-05-20 09:33:11

Oh that's awful! I'm so sorry. :(
» Zanzibar on 2012-05-21 10:02:14

I'm so sorry about your sweet pet. My thoughts and positivity go out to you, your family and your Adventure Dog.
» Amelie on 2012-05-23 12:35:40

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