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Posted: 8/15/06 at 7:08pm
My baby is dying. I can barely even type this out because it's getting hard to see the computer monitor through my tears.
My 10 year old darling, my sweetest boy ever, my best friend, the only guy who has ever loved me completely and unconditionally (who wasn't biologically obligated), my confidant, and my cuddle partner. My Callum is dying.
I can still hardly believe it, but I know that it's true and that at this time tomorrow, he probably won't be with us. I don't know what makes this all harder--how much I'm going to miss him or how hard this has been on my mom. I have never seen her cry like this and it breaks my heart even worse than the prospect of losing my puppy.
I want to get out of the house tonight; just live it up with one night of escapism. My dad thinks this makes me a horrible person, but I can't help it. The dog that is currently lying downstairs unable to stand up is NOT my Callum.
My Callum is the sweet boy who got up when I came home last week and walked over to me with his tail going like a whirlygig, even though he had just spent the last week at the vet. My Callum is the baby who will STILL try and chase a laser pointer around, so certain that this time the red dot will be his. My Callum is the puppy who used to bark at his reflection, chase his tail, and catch ice cubes in his mouth. My Callum is the sweetie who will let me burry my whole face in his fur and just breathe in that wonderful dog smell.
Because of that, I really don't see why I need to stay in this house that is full of so much pain and watch my mom cry her eyes out and my brother try to pretend like everything is fine. I said my goodbye; I want to remember how he lived and not how he's dying.
I guess this is goodbye old pal
You've been a perfect friend
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go watch stupid movies and drink to the memory of the best boyfriend a girl could ever want. A prince among dogs.
My Callum.
(He's the handsome Golden Retriever on the right. The other is our Eskie, Gidget. The house is going to feel increadibly small with just one dog. I'll upload some more pictures of Callum later)
My 10 year old darling, my sweetest boy ever, my best friend, the only guy who has ever loved me completely and unconditionally (who wasn't biologically obligated), my confidant, and my cuddle partner. My Callum is dying.
I can still hardly believe it, but I know that it's true and that at this time tomorrow, he probably won't be with us. I don't know what makes this all harder--how much I'm going to miss him or how hard this has been on my mom. I have never seen her cry like this and it breaks my heart even worse than the prospect of losing my puppy.
I want to get out of the house tonight; just live it up with one night of escapism. My dad thinks this makes me a horrible person, but I can't help it. The dog that is currently lying downstairs unable to stand up is NOT my Callum.
My Callum is the sweet boy who got up when I came home last week and walked over to me with his tail going like a whirlygig, even though he had just spent the last week at the vet. My Callum is the baby who will STILL try and chase a laser pointer around, so certain that this time the red dot will be his. My Callum is the puppy who used to bark at his reflection, chase his tail, and catch ice cubes in his mouth. My Callum is the sweetie who will let me burry my whole face in his fur and just breathe in that wonderful dog smell.
Because of that, I really don't see why I need to stay in this house that is full of so much pain and watch my mom cry her eyes out and my brother try to pretend like everything is fine. I said my goodbye; I want to remember how he lived and not how he's dying.
I guess this is goodbye old pal
You've been a perfect friend
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go watch stupid movies and drink to the memory of the best boyfriend a girl could ever want. A prince among dogs.
My Callum.
(He's the handsome Golden Retriever on the right. The other is our Eskie, Gidget. The house is going to feel increadibly small with just one dog. I'll upload some more pictures of Callum later)
"You're the worst thing to happen to musical theatre since Andrew Lloyd Webber!" --Family Guy
"Shut up! It's been 29 years!!!" --the incomparable Patti LuPone in her MUCH DESERVED Tony acceptance speech for Gypsy.
Kitzy's Avatar du Jour: Kitzy as Little Red Ridinghood in her college's production of "Into the Woods"
"Shut up! It's been 29 years!!!" --the incomparable Patti LuPone in her MUCH DESERVED Tony acceptance speech for Gypsy.
Kitzy's Avatar du Jour: Kitzy as Little Red Ridinghood in her college's production of "Into the Woods"
He's beautiful. I'm so sorry.
