She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

Sadness Overwhelming

Today, July 28th, I lost my dog.

She was a Baboon Caucasian.

Her name was Scarlett and I loved her with every fibre of my being. She was so gentle with me and always melted whenever I called her sweetie... She was my dog...

At age 1, Scarlett suffers from Dumb rabies. There was no foaming at the mouth so the only thing we could use to detect it was her violence to water being sprayed on her, our cars, buckets, literally any plastic or metal (some times our veranda pillar) and our other female dog.

She never attacked us, even when my father jacked her into the car.

For three days she didn't eat. She only guarded her food from the other dog which resulted in fights. We had to separate them.

It was a cruel process, especially for me, seeing as she was practically my dog. She could still jump and run around so we thought "Maybe she'd get better if we just keep taking her to the vet?"

We all had an inkling it was rabies. We didn't want to accept it, but somehow, it seems we all did.

Right now I'm sad. I shouldn't be telling you guys this, but I can't pour out my feelings to even sadder people. My dad (as usual) is being strong for us (though I know he's dying inside).

We woke up to her on her last breathes. I don't know if it was painful or not, but she finally looks peaceful...

Update : Father has buried her... One of the perks of having a sandy house....

Update : Still dying inside.... We are now focused on the other dog... Maybe this time we'd actually love her... Maybe not....

Update : I know she was going to die when she's old and I had prepared for that. This is worse... This sucks more than anything.... I loved her with all my life. At least now I know I'm never getting a dog in my life.

Update : I don't think I'd be able to publish for a while... And I have exams coming up... So till August ending? I'd sneak a chapter here and there if I can....
 

Love Whabby...