OT: My Dog Died
Okay well he wasn't really MY DOG but he was my parents' dog and I loved him just the same. He was my buddy, I would go over there and play with him and tease him and hug him, he was just my little baby boo.
There are questioning circumstances around his death that I just can't get out of my mind. Before I went on my trip to New Jersey I was at my rents' to pick up some things and my dad said they were trying to find Smokey (The dog) a new home because they were going to sell their current house. I was like, "Why do you need to get rid of Smokey to sell the house?" and he was like, "I'll have a realtor coming over all day we can't just have him around." So I was like, "Whatever." thinking that was a bullshit cop out.
The thing is NO ONE in that house liked Smokey. I'm so serious, last year my parents were talking about how he would never make it til next Christmas, and they were secretly hoping there would be a reason to put him down. My mom even said on a few occasions "Can you put a dog down just cause you don't like him?" I really think she was only half joking.
So today (and I was actually in a good mood) my dad calls me and he's just talking about normal stuff right? Then he starts talking about putting the house on the market and I was like, "Oh" and after that he said, "Smokey has passed on." and I got really upset. He said Smokey was "sick" and he wasn't going to keep him in pain for his sake. I don't believe that for one mother loving second. I told him he was lying, that Smokey wasn't sick, but my dad said "Why would I lie" and I didn't want to drive an even bigger stake between us so I just let it go. He said some stuff after that and I don't know what because I was so struck that Smokey had died I just didn't care.
I went in to tell my fiance what had happened and just broke down crying. I feel like Smokey died and no one loved him. I feel like he must have been so scared at the vet and my Dad or whoever took him didn't give two shits about him. I don't even know if someone stayed with Smokey for his passing. If I would have known I would have been there. This is total bullshit, I didn't even get to say goodbye. I am still very upset and want to know the real story but if I press for it now I'm just going to piss people off. Maybe I would feel better if I knew someone loved him at that house, but they didn't. My sisters hated him, my mom hated him, and my dad hated him. Serves my dad right that he's sick (or was, getting over it now). Poor poor Smokey. You will be missed.
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