User blog:Goldenshane/"Cause All Too Soon, the Clock Will Strike Midnight... And He'll Be Gone...

Hey, y’all. Shane here. There’s something I really need to say. You all know how I got my username, right? Well, if you don’t, Shane’s not my real name. It’s my dog’s. …Well… should I say, it was his name. Yeah, if you know anything about grammar, then you’re thinking correctly. Shane’s no longer with us, to say the least. But Shane’s had quite a good life, at least. I might as well start from the beginning.

We didn’t get Shane as a puppy. You see, he originally belonged to a family that trained him really well. However, the wife had three children under the age of five. You pick who you’d rather take care of. The thing is, they began to neglect him. Again, three children under the age of five.

When we got him, he had hotspots everywhere. He was extremely thin, in fact, he could barely walk! He had a ton of fleas and ticks on him. But yet that wasn’t the worst of it. He had heartworms, a lot of them.

We took him to the vet’s office to get the treatment. The thing is with heartworm treatment, it’d practically poison that not only effects the heartworms, but the dog as well. Quite a few dogs don’t survive it.

That night, my mom woke up in the middle of the night. Nearly shaking, she reached down to feel a wet, warm tongue lick her in the face. Her face turned from fear, to happiness. Shane survived the night!

For the next eight years, we enjoyed Shane’s company. Whenever we were down, Shane would lick those tears away. Even when other dogs would bark and bite at him, he always perked up his ears and seemed to say, “Play?”. Even though he was always at our side, when it was dinner time, he blotted us out. Despite that, he was the best slippers EVER! He always protected us from the evils of cats, squirrels, birds, and security men.

However, recently, the ball of joy began doing some strange things. For example, his joints began to sound like popcorn in a microwave. That, and he stopped being the playful pup we all knew and loved. He frequently skipped mornings so that he could sleep a little longer. The oddest thing was that he stopped coming in when we called him in from going out. He wanted to lay outsight in the middle of the night. However, he never stopped being there when we needed him; and he was always willing to lick us.

However, that’s all gone. At 2:16, they took him to the vets. At 2:30, they euthanized him. It was time; we did the right thing.

There’s one thing I’ll never forget. When I last saw him, he looked at me with such gratitude. His eyes seemed to say, “Thank you for everything. I love you.”

Well, Shane, I love you too. I’ll miss you, buddy.