Went to her 3 PM appointment at the vet. They gave her a shot to calm her down, basically makes her sleep. Then they murdered her with the other stuff.
She knew something was happening today. At my mom’s, she got on the couch more then once. One time she got in my lap.
At the vet she was upset, pacing, and got her upper body in my lap once or twice. The drug finally calmed her down.
People might be able to hear me cry now. She thinks I’ll see Tonka again. I doubt it.
Probably won’t live much longer from now.
She was the only reason I didn’t leave my body a long time ago. Now, I have zero purpose, zero dog.
I hanged her callar up, no idea how that’s supposed to make me feel better.
This is basically the worst day of my life. The last dog I grew up with.
This might be called hyperventilating. The crying got more intense, just like I thought it would.
She was the only reason I was happy. Now, she’s gone, forever.
You could say she was scared. She didn’t understand any of this.
Now, I get to cry, till I die. That might be a long time. I didn’t get to keep her at home, so I already missed her. Now, I never get to take her home.