Hey readers, I'm sorry I haven't written anything for a while. There's a lot going on in my life right now. Its really stressful but things are starting to die down. My dog has been sick for four weeks straight. We didn't know what was wrong with her so we took her to the doctors and they didn't see anything wrong.
She did things she normally wouldn't do. She hates the rain but she's been out there a lot staring out in nothing. It scared us because it wasn't like her. Even inside she would stare out in space and we didn't like it. In the beginning she would shake, like have little tremors like she was cold and after a couple of days her right eye started drooping and my mom thought it was cherry eye.
My mom spent hundreds of dollars to see what was wrong with her and every test said she looked fine. It was to the point where she couldn't walk straight or eat and drink. She just wanted to lay there. My mom found another vet place and took her there. The doctor gave her some steroids. It was the only thing he could think of and we were at the point of giving up. The next day she looked better. She was eating and drinking water but the day after that she went back to being depressed. We decided that we couldn't look at her this way anymore and to have her put down. I'm not going to lie, it was the hardest thing I ever done. Being in the room with her while it happened. The doctor had to stick the needle in her more then three or four times to find a vein and it was agonizing to watch my dog lay down like that while the vet tried to find a vain. When they finally got it, she died in my mom's arms facing me. I never cried that hard in my life. Ever.
I didn't mean to get into details but those four weeks were awful. She was only four, so we assumed that it was a tumor or cancer because there was a dent in the left side of her head which was muscle loss and she couldn't get that back. Even though its been a couples of weeks, we still haven't put up her dish or toys yet.
After that happened, there was a dance competition on Friday. We put our dog down on Wednesday. I didn't want to stay home, so I went. It started at five and didn't end till around ten. When the next week started, I had to catch up. I got sick when we noticed our dog's shaking. I had a lot of homework and reading to do so I barely had time to do anything. Missing three days of school was bad.
During that week there was another competition. Yes, two competitions in a row. All three days. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Friday was five to eleven. Saturday was ten a.m. to eleven p.m. Same with Sunday. They were long days and tiring so I was late to school on Monday. The only reason I went to those was because Ericka and her mom moved in with us. Our house isn't big but it was a two story house. The ones in the suburbs.
So, anyway I had to let you guys know. I didn't stop the story, I was just on pause. I'll try to get it out as soon as I can.