About a week ago, Poopley started losing weight and had trouble walking. So we made an appointment yesterday and Mary took him to the Vet. All day yesterday I prayed for Pope to get better and for him not to leave me. I stayed with Mary's aunt because one of my medications makes it difficult for me to walk. Today I got the call. Either we wait until he's worse while the vet ran some tests, thinking it was the dog's kidneys, or we could go ahead and put him to sleep today. I rode with my wife's uncle to the vet. I only had a couple of days to think about it, but I knew I would want a loved one with me when I die. So we decide to stay. The vet explained the first shot would put the dog to sleep and the second one would cause his heart and respiratory system to go into arrest. I leaned over Poopley and told him, "I'm so sorry! I did everything I could. I will see you again!" I had been off my anti-depressants for a week due to surgery and blubbered like a baby the entire time. The vet administered the first shot. About 30 seconds later, he administered the second shot. He nodded his head to let us know Poopley was in a better place. He then gave us a cardboard coffin to bury him in. I must have cried at least a dozen times since then. When you have depression and OCD, its hard to make friends becasuse you usually never want to go out. Poopley was the closest thing to a friend the entire time I've been in Mississippi. I don't know what I'll do without him.
Okay, his real name was Pope. Then I started calling him "Poop" because all he did was sleep and poop. Eventually it became Poopley. This was the name he responded to. He was a black and brown chiuhahua with markings similar to a grizzly bear. He belonged to my wife. He was the last gift my late future father-in-law ever got Mary. I was apparently the first stranger he never barked at. When we got married, I was suffering a sever case of Obsessive-Compulsive disorder known as Scrupulosity. Scrupulosity is the fear that you will commit or have already committed a sin so terrible that you will be denied G-d's mercy and suffer an eternity in hell. So I spent most of our first few months of marriage terrified of the prospect of going to hell. The dog would come and sit on my chest to comfort me during my most extreme episodes. Then he wanted to sit with me most of the time. He slept with me almost every night for three years.
About a week ago, Poopley started losing weight and had trouble walking. So we made an appointment yesterday and Mary took him to the Vet. All day yesterday I prayed for Pope to get better and for him not to leave me. I stayed with Mary's aunt because one of my medications makes it difficult for me to walk. Today I got the call. Either we wait until he's worse while the vet ran some tests, thinking it was the dog's kidneys, or we could go ahead and put him to sleep today. I rode with my wife's uncle to the vet. I only had a couple of days to think about it, but I knew I would want a loved one with me when I die. So we decide to stay. The vet explained the first shot would put the dog to sleep and the second one would cause his heart and respiratory system to go into arrest. I leaned over Poopley and told him, "I'm so sorry! I did everything I could. I will see you again!" I had been off my anti-depressants for a week due to surgery and blubbered like a baby the entire time. The vet administered the first shot. About 30 seconds later, he administered the second shot. He nodded his head to let us know Poopley was in a better place. He then gave us a cardboard coffin to bury him in. I must have cried at least a dozen times since then. When you have depression and OCD, its hard to make friends becasuse you usually never want to go out. Poopley was the closest thing to a friend the entire time I've been in Mississippi. I don't know what I'll do without him. |
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