Our family dog, Oliver, crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge today.
I adopted Oliver when he was 6 years old. He was in our family for 15 years - he lived to a ripe old age of 21 for a miniature Schnauzer.
My Dad was closest to Oliver. He and Oliver would go on long walks. Dad would take him in the car during cool days. Dad is trying to be stoic about it, but I could hear his voice trembling when I talked to him earlier.
My brother took a senior picture with Oliver. A portrait of Miltie and Oliver hanging out at Swan Creek Preserve. My brother took Oliver into the Vet to be put down. He's shaken also. I asked him if he stayed with him and what happened. I shouldn't have.
Miltie said the veterinary staff kept saying how "cute" Oliver was, which made it harder for him. What they didn't know that Oliver could no longer hear, had developed open sores that were not healing, and had become incontinent of his bladder and bowels. After they asked my brother a lot of questions, they had him take Oliver into a room and place him in a basket. I asked Miltie if he stayed with him. He said he had to turn and walk away - he broke down in the office crying.
What tears me apart is that Oliver was left alone. He probably thought he was just there for a check-up or grooming. I know it was hard for my brother, but I wish he would have stayed.
I wish I could say my tears end here.
My mother called upset because the female sibling thought it would be a great idea to bring her pet cat over - just a few hours after my brother came back from the Vet's office. Well, if anyone heard a small explosion in Toledo about 30 minutes ago, it was my brother going the f*ck off on the female sh-t for brains sibling. Everyone is upset after they had one helluva blow up.
Anyway, I apologize for my "kumbaya" thread. I'm having a hard time stopping myself from crying and I don't want to upset Emma, so I'm staying upstairs for awhile.
Rest in peace, Oliver. There's not a family who could have loved you more.