For my best freind Charile.
For my best freind Charile. dog stories
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addison123101
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This isn't really a short story. My dog was put down and I wanted to share my thoughts. This is also my first time posting somthing so please dont judge my story to much, including my grammer. He didnt need to die. His sickness wasnt fatal, he could of been nurtured to health, but we killed him. We were all in the room when he died.

For my best freind Charile.

This isn't really a short story. My dog was put down and I wanted to share my thoughts. This is also my first time posting somthing so please dont judge my story to much, including my grammer.

He didnt need to die. His sickness wasnt fatal, he could of been nurtured to health, but we killed him. We were all in the room when he died.

I watched the white and blue liquids go through the syringe into his leg. He didnt die by natural means, we killed him. I wonder if he knew that we were going to kill him.

Mabey he thought that we were going to help him. But he was wrong, we signed the papers and gave the confirmation for the doctor to inject that blue and white liquid into his leg.

Was it really right?

His face was like puddy. If you moved his mouth, it stayed neutral It didnt go back to a normal shape. The eyes seemed far in the back of his head. Everything was limp.

It seemed like everyone in the room didnt understand what was happening. Yes they were crying. But every so often they would laugh at somthing silly the doctor would say.

They would tell him, that they were going to fix him. Telling him that he was gonna feel better. Telling him he was gonna go to heaven. What the fuck. We weren't fixing him. We were killing him.

I think the only one who truly understood what was happing and truly was one with him was my father. Although he didnt cry or say much.

He never said improper things or laughed at silly stupid things along with the rest of the people in the room.

They killed him in the room with all of us present. The white liquid went first. It was supposed to sedate him. Then came the blue liquid, which was supposed to stop his heart.

Both of them were disgusting and Unnatural. I imagined the liquids making their way through his system.

It didnt seem like he had died at first. Even when the doctor stepped away and said I'm sorry for loss. There was no way to truly tell. But then I saw his face.

It was motionless, when touched it wouldn't go back to its normal shape,there was no resistance.

His eyes seem very off, it looked as if they were in the back of his head, there wasn't much color, all you could see was white.

When he was lifted onto the gernie, his body became limp and jelly like. His mouth hung open and his legs dangled. Then he was rolled out of the room.

I dont understood or fully realized it until we left the room. With 5 instead of 6.

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