Reminds me of my ex-dog. It was like that for years, and I kept
refusing my father's suggestion to put it away.
It was until one day when I really had no choice. I avoided the
scene so bad, I tried to sleep my way through when my mother was
giving him his last shower that faithful morning.
When I heard the doorbell, I knew that was it. Despite how much I
didn't want to witness that scene, I dashed out of my bed and took
a last look at him from my room... He was already blind, but
somehow I felt that he too, gave me a last "glance" towards my
direction. That was when my mother and sister noticed I was acually
behind them, waving at him, for the last time.
My mother asked that guy, so what would be done to him? He replied
in a "I've-done-it-so-many-times-I-don't-feel-a-thing-anymore"
tone, that he would be put to death. I knew that that was a fact,
but still it really pained my heart.
That day was actually one of the worst days in my life. I knew I
had to let him go, I've already held on to him for years when he
should already be in a better place, given his condition.
That's the thing bout keeping pets. Even till today, I still keep
his picture in my wallet, and it still pains me whenever I thought
of the last moment before he was taken away. I wept my blanket wet
man.
