I finally pick up in the back office; it's dad "there was an accident, Snoopy got Attacked, I Don't think he's going to make it!"
At that moment I knew deep down my dog wasn't going to make it. I am a positive person, but my poor little dog as tough as he was, didnt stand chance.
I'm heartbroken at the fact that I no longer have my baby barking all around the house and people outside. And even more so at the fact that my sisters were there to witness my dog suffer and close his eyes in pain. The boxer got out of his yard went around the block got my dog in front of our garage as my folks were washing the car. The boxer destroyed Snoopy's left lung and and tore 5 of his ribs. His size cant take open chest surgery and the after math of that.
We had to put him to sleep.
After the news and crying, we wanted to see him again. It broke my heart to see Snoopy lying there, blood drenched bed, covers and skin. The doctor said he knows it's us and but....I didn't see my dog. His eyes where staring at the blanket and in one spot. That was the last time I saw him.
We chose not to be there as they put him to sleep. We will receive his ashes in a week and we got a clay pawprint of his feet.
Even though I do feel strong enough to talk about this, it's still a different story arriving home and not listening to him run around and bark at all the birds fly by.
He was 10 years old and could of lasted another 10. He didn't deserve to die the way he did. He was and is loved by all 5 of us and some.
Your forever mine; and no dog can ever take your place.
-Maria Quintana
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