Well, Friday we euthanized my beloved dog. He was a gorgeous seven month old blonde german Shepherd cross. He was way too aggressive for his own good, trying to attack anything and anyone. He was evaluated and said to be a lost cause. Neutering would have done nothing for him. Just before he was led into the clinic he laid his head on my lap, and stared up at me with his big, brown eyes. It was as though he knew his fate and was saying good-bye.
Getting rid of his bones and dishes will be hard, it just solidifies that he really is gone. I miss him terribly. It's only been two days but the hurt is still fresh. Everything of everyday reminds me of him and that he isn't coming back. I'm so used to his joyful, LOUD greeting every morning it all seems sureal. Like, I'll turn the corner expecting him to be there, but he's not. Then comes the tears. I fight them off throughout the day and release them at night, while in bed. The hurt will go away, but not soon enough.
Yohann was not my first dog to own. I had a pitt mix before him named Artemis. Artemis was said to be a rott/lab cross but as we later found that was not true. She weighed nearly one-hundred pounds at nine months. She was mean as the devil and a danger to me and everyone else. She did bite someone and she bit me and also attacked and mamed our other dog. It was still hard to euthanize her, but it had to be done. It hurt then and it still hurts now.
Yohann was a birthday gift that was promised a while ago. He was a result of accidental breeding. A german shepherd living in the country came into heat, got loose, and returned pregnate. Hence Yohann.
The pain of losing a dog or a cat or a horse is not the same as loosing a child or relative, but it still hurts. A lot.
Yohann is gone. Artemis is gone.
They are gone..........but not forgotten.
Have a happy ride~