This is me

Skyla Rose

Wednesday morning was such a hard time. I had to say goodbye to my best friend.

Tuesday night I came home and my dog Skyla had thrown up in her kennel. I let her outside and she went potty but she didn't seem like she was even in control of her bladder and she was not eating. I knew something wasn't right. I called my mom immediately, hoping she was just very ill. They promised to take her to a vet when they got home from their mini vaca.

I then brought Skyla back inside and cleaned her up and cuddled with her for probably an hour. I held her closely, her breathing almost seemed forced. I couldn't stand to see my friend like this. I looked her in the eyes and told her if it was too painful that she needed to let go. Her eyes were droopy and she hadn't been so cuddly in a long while.

I was worried and scared but I didn't want her suffering. It was already really late and I needed to go to bed cause I had work the next morning. I sighed and got up after Skyla was dried and put her in her kennel and went downstairs to go to bed. I was about to go to bed when something inside me wouldn't let me. I knew I couldn't leave her in her kennel. Something in me knew my dog wouldn't make it through the night and I couldn't let her pass alone in her kennel. So I went back upstairs and carefully helped her downstairs to my room. I set out a couple puppy pads cause she wasn't controlling her bladder anymore and I didn't want her to make a mess.

I picked her up carefully and brought her to my bed. She cuddled my feet and this is something she has never done before. It was hard to watch her doing things I knew wouldn't last but we went to bed.

Sometime during the night she had jumped off my bed and walked into the next room with the puppy pads gone to the bathroom a few times on the pads. Then she went over to the door on the far side of the room and laid down to die.

I woke up the next morning, she was missing. She had no longer been in my room. She wasn't in her puppy bed that I had put out for her and I just knew... I knew something was wrong. I went out into the next room and there she was. She was sprawled out next to the door. I walked over to her, my legs felt numb and weak, my chest clenching in fear and pain. I knelt down next to her and touched her, she was stiff and cold, spit and puke pooling out of her mouth. I began to cry, not knowing what to do. I cried for about 15 minutes before my sister had come down to wake me, only to find me crying over our dead dog. I had to work that very same day. It was hard but I managed somehow.

That night after I got off of work I didn't even wanna go home. I didn't wanna go back to the house because I knew my best friend was no longer waiting for my return. When I got home I could not stop crying for hours on end. My sister's dog Olivia was close to Skyla, she knew something was off and so she cuddled me, licking me to try and cheer me up.

It's been very hard today and I have bouts of crying fits but the good thing is she is no longer in any pain. I just wish I could've done more for my sweet, sweet girl.