I think I said it best on facebook, the afternoon that we said goodbye to him.
I'm not going to rack my brain to try and find better words.
Thank God for cut and paste:
We
had to put Rexy down this morning. It was a very hard decision, but the
best one for our sweet Wreck it Rex. Something happened in his brain
that made him not himself anymore, but very aggressive and dangerous.
Christopher had to be seen in the emergency room yesterday for being
attacked by Rex. He had been headed down an aggressive path for a while,
and we thought that we could help him, but we couldn't without
endangering ourselves, Oscar, and our families.
Animal
control threatened to come and get him and place him in a quarantine,
and then evaluate his ability to be released back to us or be adopted
out, but we knew that he would not survive that, and did not know what
he would have to go through or have done to him during this. We chose to
let him go quietly and peacefully, in my arms, while Chris pet his
head. I spiked his hair back up into his Mohawk before we left him, and
we know that he is already in doggy heaven, chomping down on his
favorite...Oreos.
Run free crazy boy, run free. We love you.
A dog and his girl, some crafts, cooking, and a whole lot of nonsense...
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
One year later.
It's amazing how one year, 365 days, can feel like such a short time, and an eternity at the same time.
My grandmother, My Ma, died one year ago today. Some days it feels like it was a million years ago. I can't even remember...or maybe I CHOOSE not to remember the stinging feeling in the back of my throat that lingered for days, weeks, after she passed. Other days I feel like it was yesterday that it was before her stroke and she could still french braid my hair, make an entire Thanksgiving meal for 20, and rattle off all of her credit card numbers from memory (no really...she could, it was amazing! I've never met anyone who did that!)
I love you, Ma. I miss you every day. I know that you don't hurt anymore, and that your memories are back, and that you are resting peacefully, and for that I am so thankful.
My grandmother, My Ma, died one year ago today. Some days it feels like it was a million years ago. I can't even remember...or maybe I CHOOSE not to remember the stinging feeling in the back of my throat that lingered for days, weeks, after she passed. Other days I feel like it was yesterday that it was before her stroke and she could still french braid my hair, make an entire Thanksgiving meal for 20, and rattle off all of her credit card numbers from memory (no really...she could, it was amazing! I've never met anyone who did that!)
I love you, Ma. I miss you every day. I know that you don't hurt anymore, and that your memories are back, and that you are resting peacefully, and for that I am so thankful.
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