This week I have had to deal with one of most difficult things that I have had to deal with in my adult life, the death of my first dog Snuggy. Growing up my parents were both career people that had very little time or desire for pets. I used to spend a lot of time with my sister’s animals growing up so I always had a great love for animals because of this. As soon as I got my own house the first thing I did was adopt a cat from the Humane Society. Then one day out of the blue, my mom called me and said she wanted us to go with her and pick up her new dog Lacey from the breeders. When we went to pick up Lacey, they also had her twin brother, a male. Once we saw him I knew that was going to be our dog. So Snuggy came home with us and was our loyal dog for the past 7 years. I used to always see people’s posts of Facebook or Twitter where they lost a pet. I never understood this pain until my dog was attacked by an unknown animal in my backyard. We found him about 10 minutes after it happened when we realized that only one of our dogs came in the house. I rushed my badly bitten dog to the 24 hour animal hospital, where he was given the best chance he could have possibly been given to survive the attack. Unfortunately it wasn’t enough and Snuggy died the next day, March 24th 2014, from breathing complications before we were able to get the surgery that could have saved his life. I have never taken anything so hard in my entire life. I could not eat, I could not sleep, and I could barely function at work. But I did learn one thing about this experience, never take anything or anyone in your life for granted, because one day it could be gone in a flash.
I know this is not the normal type of article that I write on this blog, so I appreciate everyone for reading and allowing me to share this painful event with you all.