Please take a moment to read this, if you have that moment.
TW for animal death
Things can change so fast, in a matter of mere seconds. I was reminded of that very harshly this Saturday.
One of my two dogs, Popper, was struck in a hit and run. We took him to the ER as fast as we could, but to no avail. For nearly a year, I worked as a veterinary assistant. Death was common, and a friend to those who had lived their time, or to those who had suffered. Death embraced all of them peacefully, and our sweet boy crossed the veil on the 17th of June. He was my little brother's dog.
For all of the horrid, mentally scarring encounters I faced daily working that job, I became emotionally numb in the face of death. But, of course, that isn't the same for your own kin.
His leg was shattered, and he suffered fatal internal damage. His lungs were punctured, and filled with blood faster than they could stop it. That is what took him out.
My family is devistated. My sweet girl, Honey, continues to sit at our front door, waiting and wondering why her brother has yet to come back. She won't ever know. They were littermates.
It has been ages since I have faced such lose. He was my baby, my best friend, my favorite cuddle buddy. I will never get to see his sweet face again, or hear his high pitched bark, or get to smoother him with forehead kisses, or tell him to stop messing my bedding up, among thousands of other little things. I know he has left, but accepting it is the hardest part. Not only for our sakes, but for his dear sister's sake.
So please, PLEASE, when you read this. Do me a favor.
If you have companions, whether they are furry, or slimy, or scaly, maybe feathery, or however you choose to describe them:
Go give them copious amounts of love.
We are always reminded to never take things for granted, and I couldn't agree more.
So go stare them in the eye, until they think you're nuts. Tell them how much they mean to you, even if you sound insane. Pet them, play with them, care for them unconditionally, until they are fed up with you.
They won't always be there. But while they are here with us, let's make sure they are surrounded by our love for them. Many things do not come free, but expressing how much you care for them in those little ways, does indeed come free.
I will never get over how everything happened, and the fact that he truly is gone. There is no magic to bring him back, even though I spend my days lost in thoughts that are overflowing with possibilities like that. It's unfortunate, it's devestating, it's reality.
I'm always going to love him unconditionally, with every fiber of my being, even beyond the veil that seperates us. And I'm glad that I was able to say what I wanted to say before his departure - some are not as fortunate.
Love them. Telll them that I love them, every single one of them, even if I don't know you or them. Nothing would make me happier.
Thank you for everything, Popper. You will always be the best boy, even in death. I await the day that we may cross paths above yet again.
09/26/18 - 06/17/23
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