As you can tell, this post is about the death of someone. It was someone very close to me, and I loved him like a brother, even though he was a dog. I grew up with him, and he lived much longer than we thought he would. He had a dangerous tumor that had been growing in his throat for a few years now, and by his death it had reached his heart and lungs as well. He was given a month to live 3 months ago, which we took as a godsend. He was a lively dog up until his death and his health had begun to look like it was improving.
He died on December 5th of this year, and it had nothing to do with his tumor. In the end, he died of a twisted stomach, which apparently is something that happens to older dogs right out of the blue. He had begun bloating instantly from the gases that were building in his stomach, and we learned that it was either a very expensive surgery that most likely wouldn't work due to his health, or the fact that we would have to put him down. We figured that the surgery was selfish, because he would be suffering for the rest of his life.
We then said our goodbyes in the garage, and needless to say, I cried.A lot. He was my first dog and I'd had him since i was a little baby. I grew up with him and the thought of going through one day without him was a troubling thought. We then loaded him into the back of the truck, as my father drove off with him, headed for the animal hospital. After waiting two hours for my father to return, the garage door opened and I heard a jingling of a collar. My heart jumped a beat, thinking that he was ok, and was still alive, but to my dismay, it was just my father bringing the collar back home. This even opened up a new round of tears, as we sat on the couch crying.
I know I will compare all my pets and all animals to him, because he was my first and best dog ever, and he will be missed.
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So, today, for the second dinner in a row I have had Chicken, know full well that it is going to mess with my stomach, and give me intestinal issues. I don't really know why I continue to eat the stuff other than the fact that it is what my parents bring home for dinner. I don't want to insult them by not eating, so I eat it anyways. Yesterday's dinner was a heaping helping of General Tao's Chicken, which is a spicy Chinese dish at a local Chinese Food Restaurant. I usually hold the place in high regard, because the people there are so nice and never seem to be in a bad mood. its a good pick-me-up, as long as I eat something which I know won't make me sick. I ordered General Tao's Chicken because we called in our order and I was being pressured to order by my parents, and that was the only thing that I knew was on the Menu.
After then I felt like puking for the rest of the night, where I had a few tums and a couple Sprites, trying to keep the feeling down, and finally had to take some anti-nausea medicine, which of course only mixed the flavors that came up from my stomach every time I mistakenly belched.
That leads on to today; where I had more General Tao's chicken as leftovers for lunch and about a dozen Hot Wings for Dinner, again, knowing full well that I would be hurting the next time I went to the bathroom. So, as I'm typing this I am digesting the Wings, dreading what is going to happen next bathroom break. After all that chicken I can only imagine the type of destruction I'm going to leave behind me in the Bathroom. From now on I'm going to try to avoid this fowl food.