So the day after we put our French bulldog Carl down my dad took our 12 year old French bulldog named puppy to the vet and they said she had multiple cancers and pneumonia. The vet said he should put puppy down right then but he disagreed and brought her home and got some pills to handle the pneumonia. We thought at the soonest we would lose her was in a few days but thought we might have her as long as a month and puppy was always energetic and a fighter so we thought she could surprise us and maybe live longer.
After my dad told me the news I went and hung out with him and puppy all day and we watched pirates of the Caribbean and at about 8 pm puppy plopped on her side and I thought she just wanted my pizza but my dad could feel she had stopped breathing he tried to get her to start breathing again while I ran upstairs to get our roommate. My dad couldn’t get her to start breathing again so the three of us held her as she went.
It’s just so unfair and cruel to lose both those dogs within a day of each other and I have had them since I was 9 and 11 respectively so I’ve had them for all the important bits of my life like my entire middle school and high school life, when I started my first job, when we split from my mom they were there when we moved back to Colorado they were there every interest I’ve had from rwby to marvel to Sonic they have been there for all of that
And now our house just feels so empty without them. Puppy was always really lazy she would never jump on the couch or go up the stairs and for the record she could and would if no one was around but if they was someone there she would wine to be carried up like a princess so every morning when my dad woke up for the past 3 years he would text me to take her outside to potty and with Carl back injury about a year to a year and a half ago dad would text me to take him out too. And now I will never get those texts again and now I dread every text because for jade a second I think it’s about taking the dogs out and then I remember there gone
And i would be the one who feed the dogs every day and while none of the bowls where named I had a specific bowl for each dog and now im not sure what I should do with puppy and Carl’s bowl because those were there bowls not any other dogs
And in the aftermath of all this I have been watching movies with my dad and it’s so lonely and empty down there because there’s no Carl being grumpy about other dogs and there’s no puppy staring at you or whining at the foot of the couch so she can be picked to snuggle with you and I just feel like there’s this massive hole in my life now
And I think my dad lost his purpose because puppy would always follow him around wherever he went and when he wasn’t home she would always go and wait in his room for him and with carls injury my dad was talking care of him every day for the past year and following him around to make sure he’s okay
When we first got puppy 12 years ago my mom had gotten her on a whim at a pet store and my dad didn’t like that and thought he didn’t like small dogs he then spent the weekend with puppy who was a puppy at the time and called my mom and said he loved this dog and 2 years later puppy would have puppies being Carl and Lenny who we named after Simpson characters and my dad was involved in the whole breeding process he helped bring Carl and Lenny into this world
And when things got real bad when my dad was living day to day in a motel and just wasn’t himself and was thinking about ending it all when he got Carl back he became a different much happier person because he loved that dog so much he loved both of them more then anything
And he was complaining to me he’s been sleeping later because he doesn’t have a dog to wake him up anymore
