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My Dog Just Got Put To Sleep...
Hey guys, I have a feeling of guilt that I can't seem to get rid of. My dog just got put to sleep, and I feel like it wasn't the best thing to do. You see, I've had this dog since I was like six or seven, and he was three months old. So when he died on Tuesday, he was only eleven. I feel bad because for as long as I can remember having him, I've always said I wouldn't care if he died. He bothered me and not even for any particular reason. He was just there, something I took advantage of that I guess. One thing you should know is that in all the time that we've had him, we've rarely ever brought him to the vet. I mean, he went al ot when he was a puppy but like since about five years ago, you can say we kind of neglected him in the vet aspect. I still loved him and played with him, but in the back of my mind I always wanted a better, cuter puppy who would sleep on my lap. In the winter of 1998, he got hit by a car on a busy road. The thing is, my friends and I saw it happen. It was my fault, too because he had gotten out of the yard and was following us to the store when it happened. He was trying to cross the road and got hit. I felt bad I think, but all I can remember saying was, "Make sure he doesn't go into my room!" when we brought him home, bleeding. That really must have been traumatic for him. Anyway, we took him to the vet and he got all better, but my mom wasn't exactly impressed with the vet bills.
Anyway, last Christmas he developed a lump on his stomach. At first it was small, then it grew a little and stayed that size until about this weekend. My mom wasn't too worried, thinking that if he was in pain, we'd be able to tell. So, obviously we didn't bring him to the vet. Anyway, last weekend he started getting worse. It grew really big and he started to smell bad. You could tell it was really bothering him because he couldn't lay on his stomach anymore and all he did was sit there akwardly. So, my mom finally took action and scheduled a vet appointment. My mom warned me in advance that she couldn't afford $600-$700 for surgery, and even if we did and the lump came back cancerous, we would have to put him down because she wouldn't be able to afford cancer treatment. The night before I just felt so weird. Like, this dog still had energy! Not very much but the sight of my mom still brought excitment to his eyes. I felt so bad because as usual, my mom wouldn't go near him. Well, the next morning before school I didn't even say goodbye. How bad is that?! My mom took him to the vet at 9 a.m. and had him put to sleep. I don't know, I just feel like there's something we could have done. This really gets me: even on the way to the vet he was excited and barking as his usual old self. Well, I just feel so bad for him. I need some sort of reassurance. Do you think I'm a bad pet ower, although I was the only one who cared? Would I be wrong to ever get another pet?
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