Today.
I woke up this morning and my parents had let him outside as usual. I got ready for school and he came back inside. I left and had a normal boring day at school. Life seemed particularly crappier already. My dad is in a meeting so I had to get a ride from my friend. I opened the door and called for my dog as i usually do, and he normally comes up and wags his tail and greets me. He's been really sick for the past 2 months or so. We've been expecting it, but it's still shocking. There are 2 different possible causes, heartworm, and cancer, maybe both. As i called for him, nothing responded, no movement. I thought right away that something happened to him, maybe someone came and took him somewhere which would be unusual since i know everyone was doing something today. Then i finally found him in my parents bedroom halfway in their closet and on the far side of the bed laying on the floor. Of course i thought he was sleeping at first for a split second, and realized what happened. I sat there for a while wondering how different it was without him there to greet me at the door.
He was a nice dog, 8 years old. He always hated strangers. He must have bitten at least 6 people, excluding everyone else in my family. And when he bit, it hurt, alot. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Now i might actually be able to have people over to my house. But yeah, i'll just stop this here, this whole thing is too long for you idiots to comprehend anyway.
