tonysingh
Con Te Partiró
My dog, my Rhodesian ridgeback, named Jezebel died Saturday. My girlfriend and I had had a day out and we came home to find her gone. I'm on a low income so the only people I could think of to call were the PDSA. There's no way I wanted to bury her in the backyard, not here, not when we're moving soon anyway. I took her favourite scratchy blanket with her and the vet there asked if I wanted a post mortem done on her. I said no, and I know this sounds silly but I did not want her violated in that way. The vet said she was 90% sure it was bloat anyway, they had treated her for a close call from it a year or so back now. I am so eternally grateful to the PDSA and the nurses and vet at the place here in Medway for how they were. The time they gave my girlfriend and I to say goodbye in the room was much needed. Both my missus and said our goodbyes and we shed more than a few tears.
I'm in absolute bits now about it still which I realise is daft for a hairy arsed bloke, but Jezebel was everything to me. On the morning after she died, on the sunday, I went to walk her, then realised all over again she was gone. I was in Tesco earlier and picked up some of her favourite treats and felt her loss again. I held her harness and leash earlier and can still smell her on it. I cant get the thought that I wasn't right there with her when she died out of my mind.
Pets really can touch your heart.
sorry.
I'm in absolute bits now about it still which I realise is daft for a hairy arsed bloke, but Jezebel was everything to me. On the morning after she died, on the sunday, I went to walk her, then realised all over again she was gone. I was in Tesco earlier and picked up some of her favourite treats and felt her loss again. I held her harness and leash earlier and can still smell her on it. I cant get the thought that I wasn't right there with her when she died out of my mind.
Pets really can touch your heart.
sorry.
