Today, June 13, 2007,
At 10:16 a.m., my mother left to take my dog, Tuggles, to the vet to be put down....this was decided today after Tuggles had another seizure (she had one yesterday too). I was asleep when she was having the seizure, but after it was over, my mom told me it was Tuggles time to go to sleep forever. I tried to hold in my tears and tried to believe it was false, but it was true...I've been with Tuggles for almost 9 years now...she was my first dog and my ultimate best friend during these years...this impact hurts the most out of all my pets that have died in the last 2 to 3 years....(Milkshake the gerbil died in December of 2005 and Kudos the gerbil died in March of 2006, near the time my great-grandpa died...) I was crying so much when my mom left with Tuggles and I called a couple of friends for advice. Some of them did get them to smile, but I can't change anything that has happened before....my dog wasn't put down because of old age, but for the seizures she has been having since she was a young puppy. I don't want her to suffer, but I don't want her to die...its unfair of her of what the damn farmer did to her 9 to 10 years ago. He breeded to close of family members, thus it gave the litter of puppies cases of seizures...I don't care if you care or not about this journal, but I just felt it was necessary for me to put this up...