My dog was recently put to sleep.
You know, I really didn't expect it to be this hard. I mean this dog was wearing out, it really was only a matter of time. But Mozart was my dog. This has been the hardest thing for me since Mema died.
Isn't it funny how we can become so attached to things. I mean Mozart was a dog, and for the past 7 or 8 years, she was a dog that didn't even live with me. She lived with my grandparents for more than half her life. Yet she was still my dog.
There were just these things that kept reinforcing that. For the past year everyone swore she was deaf. Maybe it's because I'm just the loudest one, but I could get her to come to me by calling.
She was also a bit pyschotic. She used to run outside and just bark and bark and bark at nothing. Even when she lost most of her hearing she'd bark like it was the end of the world. My parents HATED it. When she stayed out our house they would dread the times when she'd accidentally get let out, and she'd go and bark and bark and they couldn't get her to come back. One day when I was back from OBU I heard my father lamenting the said event that had just happened, and I made fun of him. In disgust he told me I could try and catch her, so I did. It took me all of 45 seconds. I just walked out there, yelled at her to come, and she did.
There was also the fact that she was ALWAYS under my feet when I was at the computer. My parents' house has 3 computers set up on a LAN, and often all 3 were in use. And yet whenever I looked down she was always under my feet.
I don't know really what I did that made her mine, I just know she was. And I loved her, in my own way. It's really hard to lose a friend, and this is harder for me than I really thought it would be. As I said, this is the hardest thing for me since Mema died (my mother's mother). How can a heart be bound so much in an animal? I don't know, but I do.
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