chrismangels
Boxer Pal
Just minutes ago I realised that I simply forgot Slash's birthday, last week. He's left us two months ago at the age of nearly 13. At this point I feel I can deal with the fact that he is dead: in the end we all die. But I don't seem to be able to deal with the guilt that I feel. I feel very responsible because of his death. I let the vet decide what to do, so he had an operation (he had a small tumor removed) but the vet also removed his testicles because he "assumed" he also had testicular cancer. "assumed"... So I let him go about his bussiness. And that was were it all went wrong: Slash developed a massive infection and there was now way of controlling it. So eventually he died. And all because I, stupid idiot, let the vet decide what to do, and not make him focus himself at the major issue: a small tumor that had to be removed. My beautiful little sweetheart, how on earth can I make it up to you??? I guess I can't, can I? God, I would do ANYTHING to turn back time and make the right desicion this time. My dearest friend, I thought that I was doing the right thing for you, but in the end I simply f*cked up and let the vet decide what to do, in all my sorry ignorance.
Right now, my wife is at her fitness class and my two little baby girls are sound asleep (in Belgium it is night time now), so I'm here alone with my darkest feelings and massive feelings of guilt. And I can't deal with it. Because in the end, it was I that failed. What's left to say?
Right now, my wife is at her fitness class and my two little baby girls are sound asleep (in Belgium it is night time now), so I'm here alone with my darkest feelings and massive feelings of guilt. And I can't deal with it. Because in the end, it was I that failed. What's left to say?