tattoodfreak
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Hey guys and gals I know I'm new but I really don't have alot of friends anymore(by choice) and I need to get this off my chest. My best friend of the last 6 years died Sunday afternoon. His name was Harley and he was a boxer mix. I can't post any pix yet I'm afraid I'll start balling again and I'm at work and I don't want that.
I'll start at the beginning-some friends of my girlfriend had Har to begin with but they didn't take him to the vet and he contracted parvo. So they called us and asked us what to do-even though we already had two dogs, we said we would get him treated but they couldn't have him back. They said that was fine because he was almost dead anyway. We went to pick him up and even though he was almost dead he still managed to raise his head and wage his tail just a little-that made me get choked up. So we took him to the vet and they gave him about a 30% chance of pulling through or we could have him put down. I just couldn't do it, even though we really didn't have the $500 to get the treatment-we did it anyway. Long story short he got better over the next three days and we got to take him home. I had to keep him away from my other dogs for two weeks-so he pretty much went every where with me. I was suppose to find him a new home after the two weeks were over-well that didn't happen-we had a bond no one could seperate.
He was a horrible puppy-into everything especially my girlfriends stuff. We had many fights about dog, but he wasn't going anywhere! Well he grew up and became the sweetest dog-even though he was 90lbs and looked kinda mean-it wouldn't hurt a flea. He was with me all the time always by my side. He was so goofy he loved to make people laugh and he was so gentle with people and other animals-my two cats adored him.
When my Mom was in her late stages of alzheimers, Harley was the only one that could calm her down when she had an "episode"-dad would call me all hours and say I need Harley over here your moms upset again,and off we'd go.
Sorry I know this is really long so I'll get to the end. Sunday I came home from work and let harley and the other dogs out-they played for a while everything was fine. Came inside I sat down in my chair Har right beside me rubbing his head-typical day. Hour later my woman came home Har got up to see her came back in sat by me was rubbing his head again-and he collasped-I thought he was having a seizure (he'd never had one before though). I got down on the floor with him and I could tell it wasn't good-he died right there in my arms-2 minutes later. No time to do anything-he was gone.
I'm beyond devastated I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I still can't believe he's gone-I haven't cried this much since i was a kid and i got an ass beating daily. Well I gotta go,sorry I rambled but I needed to get this off my chest-Ba
I'll start at the beginning-some friends of my girlfriend had Har to begin with but they didn't take him to the vet and he contracted parvo. So they called us and asked us what to do-even though we already had two dogs, we said we would get him treated but they couldn't have him back. They said that was fine because he was almost dead anyway. We went to pick him up and even though he was almost dead he still managed to raise his head and wage his tail just a little-that made me get choked up. So we took him to the vet and they gave him about a 30% chance of pulling through or we could have him put down. I just couldn't do it, even though we really didn't have the $500 to get the treatment-we did it anyway. Long story short he got better over the next three days and we got to take him home. I had to keep him away from my other dogs for two weeks-so he pretty much went every where with me. I was suppose to find him a new home after the two weeks were over-well that didn't happen-we had a bond no one could seperate.
He was a horrible puppy-into everything especially my girlfriends stuff. We had many fights about dog, but he wasn't going anywhere! Well he grew up and became the sweetest dog-even though he was 90lbs and looked kinda mean-it wouldn't hurt a flea. He was with me all the time always by my side. He was so goofy he loved to make people laugh and he was so gentle with people and other animals-my two cats adored him.
When my Mom was in her late stages of alzheimers, Harley was the only one that could calm her down when she had an "episode"-dad would call me all hours and say I need Harley over here your moms upset again,and off we'd go.
Sorry I know this is really long so I'll get to the end. Sunday I came home from work and let harley and the other dogs out-they played for a while everything was fine. Came inside I sat down in my chair Har right beside me rubbing his head-typical day. Hour later my woman came home Har got up to see her came back in sat by me was rubbing his head again-and he collasped-I thought he was having a seizure (he'd never had one before though). I got down on the floor with him and I could tell it wasn't good-he died right there in my arms-2 minutes later. No time to do anything-he was gone.
I'm beyond devastated I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I still can't believe he's gone-I haven't cried this much since i was a kid and i got an ass beating daily. Well I gotta go,sorry I rambled but I needed to get this off my chest-Ba
