today i came home from work to find my dog, babe, dead
this wasn't an unexpected death. she was old, and the last few days she's gone downhill very quickly.
my family and i adopted this dog 10 years ago to the month. we got her from animal shelter after seeing her on the news. she was 3 or 4 when we adopted her and her previous owners didn't treat her very well. we gave her a good life though.
she doesn't (didn't) live with me, she lives with my mom and brother, but they had to go out of town to watch my sister graduate from college. i offered to watch my cat and dog because i couldn't leave school for a week. my mom warned me that the dog was close to death and that it was a possibility she would pass away under my care. the first 2 days i had her she seemed fine, a little creaky and old, but fine. then she went down hill fast. over the next 2 and half days she stopped eating completely and stopped drinking water. she was unable to move and was shaking uncontrollably. i knew the end was near. i spent all of yesterday laying with her outside and just trying to make her comfortable. when i got up to go to work this morning she was still alive, but i just had a feeling it would be the last time i would see her. i think she knew too. i told her i loved her one last time, and left. when i came home i found her dead.
i just wanted to write this journal to say one last goodbye to her. to my crazy, wild dog babe, i'm going to miss you so much