Wow its been a while since my my last blog entry!! Last week i came home from school and sat down at the table surrounded by maths hwk books and physics sheets!
As i sat stretching my brain and trying to make sence of the numbers in my maths book i could hear Cookie (the smaller black dog) coughing so loudly as if she had something stuck in her throught that she just couldnt lodge. But soon there were dots of bright red blood on the floor where Cookie stood. My Mum and sephen and even me , knew something wasn't right. So they grabbed a lead and took her to the vet in the car.
I sat down to my math hwk not having a clue what i was supposed to be doing.
When they got back they told me the dog had to be left at the vet for a little while to be monitored so i stayed where i was and stared at my math hwk for a final time.
The phone rang and Stephen answered it, it was the vet telling us to come and collect our dog.
I offered to go instead of Mum, glad to get away from school work!
The vet opened the door to where Cookie was and as he opened the door i stood on my tip toes trying to see over stephen and the vets shoulders as they stood in way of my view.
I took a peek just as stephen said "oh, shes dead" those words stuck in my head as i saw her lying surrounded in a puddle of her own blood.
i had never seen any form of death before and i stood my feet fixed to the ground and my eyes fixed on the dog. No form of expression on my face.
Stephen asked if i would like to leave and as i turned to walk away, silent tears streemed down my face and dripped of my chin. soon i was crying so hard i could hardly breath. The picture of Cookie lying on the floor stuck in my mind and the three simple words "oh, shes dead"
Stephen was soon by my side comforting me in his arms and all i wanted was to go back to the house. After many phone calls from Stephen explaining what had happened we got in the car. on the way back all i could think about was the other dog, and how she wouldnt understand why her sister hadnt come home.
When we got back i saw Mum standing in the door way, with a shaky smile on her face. ( the look i knew was that of her holding back the tears.)
She held me tight in her arms for a long time, apologising and blaming herself for letting me go instead of her.
We could tell from Coco's body language she did understand.
R.I.P COOKIE
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