Wednesday, March 28, 2012
My best friend has two of the most adorable dogs I have ever known. It was so easy for me to get very attached to them very quickly. I affectionately refer to the boy, Rocky, as my boyfriend. He started not feeling too good at night over the weekend. My friend took him into the vet on Monday and the vet couldn't really see anything wrong. I got a phone call last night. He was feeling worse and my friend had taken him in to the vet again. This time the diagnosis was a ruptured spleen. The vet talked about options that involved a lot of poking and prodding and money without talking much about a good prognosis. My friend brought Rocky home for one last night and did a lot of soul searching.
This morning we took him in to have him put down. I've been through this many times with my own pets through the years. It doesn't ever get any easier for me. It was so hard to let go, even knowing it was for the best. But, I am reminiscing already about the joy he brought into my life and know that somehow life will go on. I just need some time.
Meanwhile, I have to shift gears. I have an interview to go to this afternoon. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to come across confident and cheerful when I know I'm not. Go and give it my best shot for Rocky, knowing that I now have another guardian angel watching over me.