My sweet dog Gunner has passed…
I haven’t written all week. I have been tending to my dog Gunner in his last days on earth.
We didn’t know he was sick until last Friday. We rushed him to the vet, only to find out that he had a tumor the size of a grapefruit in his rear end. You can only imagine how painful that must be. In the days that followed he took a turn for the worst. A high fever and terrible coughing and eventually he began struggling to even get up from the ground.
I was injecting Gunner with antibiotics, forcing him to take pain pills, and giving medication to help him go to the bathroom. All the while emotionally falling apart with the thought of losing my sweet boy. As the days went on I told my husband that we have no choice, he is suffering and it is not right to let it continue.
I was the strong one all week. I wanted to be strong for my husband and kids. I cried in private last night, but pulled myself together before my husband got home. All that being said when I got the call that they had put him to sleep and he was gone, I lost it. I started sobbing uncontrollably.
I have a void in my life right now, a major hole in my heart. My house will never be the same without Gunner. My life will never be the same without Gunner.
He has been by my side from the moment I landed in Georgia.
Protected me through all of my husband’s time spent away from home.
He was by glued to my hip during both of my pregnancies.
He was my friend.
I will miss him more than he will ever know. I know that we did what we had to do for him, but I would have done anything for him not to have been sick. I wanted so many more years with him. He was our beloved four legged son.
Rest in peace Gunner. You lived a good life. You were loved by everybody who met you. You will forever be in my heart.