Saturday, September 10, 2011

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My parents had a dog, Rusty, when I was born and we were total BFFs. I was about 10, I think, when we had to get Rusty put to sleep. My dad vowed never again would we get another dog. Not only was my dad the one who had to take Rusty to the vet the last time, but before he left, I gave him some pictures I'd drawn of Rusty playing in Dog Heaven to put in Rusty's casket in case he got lonely. OMG CAN YOU IMAGINE. I'm surprised my dad was able to take Rusty at all, but he did, and as he drove away, my mom, sister, and I stood at the window, waving goodbye and crying.

We eventually did get another dog. Not, in case you were wondering, when I brought home a "Let Jennie Get A Dog" petition that I'd had my entire class sign, but when I was in high school. My aunt's lab had puppies, like a million of them, and we somehow convinced my dad to let us take home a teensy chocolate one. We named her Ripley because, as my dad would tell people, "believe it or not, we got another dog."


You can maybe see where this is going. Probably. I don't know. This morning my mom called and said it was time to put Ripley to sleep. I'd been expecting it but still wasn't ready for it, you know? Ripley's health had been declining for the last year and a half and lately she'd stopped eating and was having trouble even walking to get outside.

So this morning, I wandered around the condo a bit, probably freaking Max the hell out with all of my crying, and went over to my parents' to say goodbye to Ripley before we took her to the vet. The vet was...well, it was as terrible as I'd imagined, if not moreso, but we all stayed in the room with her when it happened. And it was awful, just awful, and I felt like I couldn't catch my breath through my tears, but I'm glad I was there with her.

I'd planned on driving separately on the way to the vet, but it felt right, my sister, Ripley, and I piled into the backseat of my parents' car, the bulk of Ripley in my lap, taking our last trip together. And as I buried my face in the scruff of her neck, I thought of that night, almost 13 years ago, when we took her home for the first time, how she'd crawled into my lap in the same exact way.

And then I cried and cried and cried THE END except not really because I CAN'T. STOP. CRYING.

Excuse me, I need to go cuddle Max.

9 comments:

  1. I'm so sorry, Jennie. Nothing suckier than losing a pet.

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  2. I only met her for a little bit, but she really was the sweetest dog. And now I'm crying too :(

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  3. Thank you, you guys, but UGH I am so sick of crying, you know? I wish I could turn my brain off but I can't so let's talk about funny things like remember how Joe crawled into Ripley's cage after the wedding?

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  4. I'm so sorry for your loss. It's been less than a year since my childhood dog passed away, and I feel for you completely. Max is there for you (I know my two dogs were there for me).

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  5. So sad. Please know I'm thinking of you and your family.

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  6. Thank you! She was a good puppy.

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  7. I'm so sorry to hear this. I can relate to the crying and not being able to stop. I lost a dog about twelve years ago and I thought I'd never get over it. It takes time.

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  8. Thanks, Rick! What is it about our pets that hits us SO HARD when they're gone?

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