Worst Part of the Day-
While checking my voice mail during a work break I received an cryptic message from my mom stating curtly, "Call me when you get this." The next voice mail was her audibly crying saying, "He died..." I didn't listen to the rest of the message and called her ASAP with a sick feeling in my gut. Turns out our family pet (parental's baby) Golden Retriever named Guinness died today. He was 11.5 years and died after having a tumor removed from his hip. It was not expected. Scarlet reflexively slapped her hand to her mouth when I told her the news. My mom sounded so sad--it was heartbreaking. As I always say, death sucks. I hate it.
I was pretty freaked when I heard my mom's messages. I forgot that Guinness was having a planned surgery today and when I heard her sobbing and say the words "he died", I am only glad it was not another he that died. (Which is what I thought for a solid 25 seconds.) Whew and omg. Nothing like a little premature ventricular contraction for this baboon heart.
Toast: Cheers to Guinness--the dog with the best life eva. I am sorry my severe allergies allowed me to only virtually pet you for the last many years, but you were a good Buddy Boy, indeed and you will be missed. Prayers and hugs.
1 comment:
oh guiney boy!!!!!!! :( soooooo sooooo sad....prayers and thoughts to auntie barb and uncle terry. I know that AWFUL feeling of losing your "unconditional love child, friend, mate:....xoxoxoxo
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