D' Punisher "Alfie" of NPR
13 July 2004 - 10 February 2008
I woke up at 7am from a two-hour sleep yesterday and prepared to visit Alfie in the clinic. As I was dressing up, I called up the vet to let him know I was coming.
Me: Good morning, Doc. I'll be there in a few minutes. How's Alfie?
Vet: I was just trying to call you. He didn't make it.
Me: ...
Vet: He slept the whole day yesterday. At 11pm, he was having a shortness of breath. He was in comatose at 3am and at 5am, he's gone. I'm sorry.
Me: Okay. So what do I do now?
Vet: Would you like us to bury him or do you want to do it yourself?
Me: Please do it. I can't see him. I don't want to see him. But I'm going there now. I'll bring his puppies and his one year old dog. I'll bring Louise some other time.
Vet: Okay, see you.
As soon as I hang up, I was shaking and crying. I boohooed inside my room. I cried until I can cry no more. I miss Alfie and I will miss him for as long as I live.
1 comment:
I know exactly how it is to lose a dog. In my younger years, I had a dog, queenie, who is actually my roommate. We had been playing minutes before she died. I had paused for a while because I got exhausted and had to get some water for both of us. When I came out, she was just lying there where I had left her.
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