I had a whole other subject to blog about today, but I figured that that particular topic will still be there when I get back to reality. Today my dog had to be put to sleep. He had a wire in his stomach, but besides that, a mass of something. I guess it was a tumor or something.
I knew that it was going to happen, most likely sooner, rather than later, but I never imagined this soon.
We adopted Bingo, or rather, he adopted us, in roughly 1993 (my memories are a little fuzzy, I was quite young). He stayed outside, except for one winter that proved too cold for him and our other dog, Billy.
Bingo by ~Aelnora on deviantART
I don't really know what else to say. I guess it seems ridiculous to be this upset about the death of a pet, but Bingo has been a part of our family for a very long time, and he was sort of my dog. He primarily stayed around me our Dad, so it was kind of like we shared him.
A lot of times when Mom or I would be in the music room practicing or just messing around, he would come in there and sleep. It was really sweet, and I think the music was soothing to him. And when I would sing to him, he seemed to be relaxed, and I think he knew it was for him.
And now, just as I didn't know how to start this post, I also don't know how to end it. I know that I miss Bingo, but I also know that he doesn't hurt anymore. He was very much in pain, and I could see it whenever he would stand up, and when he would try to lay down.
So I'm coping. I know I'll have other dogs, and I'll love them just as much as I did Bingo, but he'll always be one of our first dogs, that I deeply cared about, and that I know cared for us, too.
Suck levels are high, but I'm going to keep trying to be awesome.
My Bingo by ~Aelnora on deviantART
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