Ashton Irwin Imagines

BSM - Old Friend

A request from Inf1niteFlamez

Your dog dies

You sniffled and scratched behind your dogs long, floppy ears as she looked at up at you with the same, big, bright brown eyes as she did when she was a puppy. Her tongue dropped out of her mouth and she tiredly panted as you petted her soft head.

Your bottom lip trembled at the sight and your eyes watered. It didn't seem fair, she had been your loyal companion from your birth all the way to now, you grew up together and there were pictures of the two of you snuggled up, puppy and baby, forever companions.

Well, forever for her, you'd been at her side her entire life, unfortunately she couldn't do the same for you.

Ashton's heavy footsteps began to approach and you knew it was time. The tears gathering in your eyes began to spill over and you embraced your confused but ever loving dog. She wagged her tail and licked up the side of your face as you held her, blissfully unaware of what was to come.

You blubbered and buried your face in her furry neck. You didn't know what you were going to do without her at your side, waiting for you when you got home, tackling you into a pile of cuddles and sloppy wet kisses.

Yet, it was best. She was old. Her internal organs were slowly failing as they commonly do in geriatric animals, and there was nothing more to do but end her suffering in the most humane way possible.

"It's time to go," Ashton said softly. His voice wavered, and you looked up to see that his own eyes were glistening with tears as he too had to part with a beloved pet.

You nodded and let out a shuddery breath. You let go of your dog and stood up, "come on girl!" You called and she obediently walked up to your heel.

She couldn't walk fast anymore, so you slowly led her into her crate to be transported, making sure to show her lots of affection before you shut and locked the door. She had never been a huge fan of car rides, and whimpered when Ashton lifted the cage and started out the door.

"It'll be okay," you said soothingly, smiling at your furry friend through the bars, "don't be scared."

Ashton collapsed one of the back seats and slid her crate in so that you could sit next to her, and the entire ride to the vets was filled with your soft assurances of love and lots of little treats that you slipped in to her.

You were crying again by the time Ashton got you both inside, and it only increased when you were led back into the examination room.

Your poor dog whimpered when she saw you sad, and you leaned down to open the door, allowing her out and scooping her onto your lap. You smiled through the tears as she pulled herself up to your face and licked away at your already wet cheeks, drying them as best she could. You hugged her tightly and she didn't seem to mind much, just panted all the same into your shoulder and slobbering on your shirt.

You stroked down her back and cried and cried because this was it and you'd never get to hold her again.

Ashton occasionally patted your shoulder or down her back but was relatively silent and you saw that he was really trying hard not to cry himself.

The vet came in after a few minutes, armed with two needles on a tray.

"Can you put her down on the table for me?" She asked with a sad smile herself.

Ashton had to reach over and take your oldest friend from your arms, leaving you cold and sad as she was placed down on the table.

The first needle was a sedative, just a tiny little prick under the skin to make sure she was comfortable for the vein injection of euthanasia. You tried to distract her from the soft pinch by standing up and again stroking her head and scratching her favorite place behind her left ear. It seemed to work.

You couldn't watch the vein injection, the one that killed her. But you also refused to turn your back on her, so you instead kept your tear stained gaze focused on her eyes. They stared up at you with trust, and love in a way that made you feel so so guilty for taking her there to die, even if it was the most humane thing to do.

It didn't take long for her eyelids to droop. You let out a mix between a sob and a whimper, treasuring your last moments with her by petting down her back and rubbing her belly liked she loved.

Her last sight was your face, before her eyes shut for the final time and the rhythmic motions of her breathing slowly stopped.

You were shaking so badly that Ashton had to grab you so you didn't fall, but you couldn't help it. She was gone.

Your brother's strong arms that were looped around your sides pulled you up and used one hand to cradle your head to his chest and the other to hold you steady and rub up and down your back.

"I know, I know, I miss her too," he said softly, just holding you as you cried.

You didn't watch as they took her body out, and Ashton led you back into the waiting room when you were calm enough to be able to walk yourself.

The wait to get her ashes was about an hour and a half, and you refused to leave without her, even to go get lunch because it felt wrong to leave her alone with strangers.

So you waited in the hard plastic chairs, watching as other owners came and went with their various pets. Ashton sat next to you, head folded down between his legs, silently crying. Or at least that's what you guessed based on the frequency of which he wiped at his eyes with his sleeves.

When the agonizing wait was over, you were called back up to the counter. They gave her back, this time in a miniature urn, with little paw prints carved into the sides and her name etched in the bottom. They also handed you a little piece of clay that they had pressed her paw into before cremating her, so you still had a paw print of her own to keep with you.

You cradled the urn close as Ashton carried the empty crate out of the doors. You squinted at the harsh sunlight and frowned as you got into the car.

This was going to be the first time in a long time that you'd walk into the front door without her there to greet you.

Your oldest friend, was gone.

WOW I'M CRYING OVER A DOG I DON'T HAVE

Okay so idk how this actually works as I've never had a dog to put down and I don't even remember when my last cat died because I was like 6 but my grandmas dog died and was cremated so that's what I'm going off of

So basically I made it up

Anyway

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