Author: Lindsay

For 13 wonderful years my yellow labrador retriever, Gus had a wonderful life. You know the saying every dog has its day? Well my dog’s day was everyday. I played with him, picked up his poop, fed him, brushed him, photographed him and much much more. Unfortunately the day I went back to school (I was entering 6th grade) on August 26, 2003 he died. The night before, long after I fell asleep, my dog Gus wasn’t feeling very well. He was TRYING to throw-up but he couldn’t. So my dad stayed up with him on the porch long past midnight to keep him company while he was sick. The vet was closed but even if my dad DID take him to the emergency room, it would not have mattered because he was tired and he was afraid that maybe he would get into an accident since he was half asleep/half awake.

The next morning my parent’s took him to the vet. They said he had Cancer and “Bloat”. What is Bloat you ask? Well it turns your stomach upside down so you can’t let out gas or digest anything. So my parents put him to sleep. After, they found out they could’ve brought him to an emergency hospital but it wouldn’t mattered because at his age and at this point, it was not able to be cured. So they had no choice. And I thought the worst part was that I wasn’t even there. It was 9:04 and I was at science class. When I came home from school, my parents told me what happened. I found my self crying every night about how he did everything.

The memories where too much to remember and made me really sad. A few months before he passed away I had went to build a bear and made a dog and named it Gus so when he passed away I could have somebody to cuddle up with at night. And it helps very very much.After he had passed away and I told my friends almost everyday in the mailbox there was AT LEAST 1 card about pet loss. There was 1 particular card sent by my friend. She wrote a special note and it said that if it wasn’t for Gus my friend would not have gotten her golden retriever, Jenny. It made me cry.

I cannot say whatever else she wrote because it was just too sad. And to this day, I still remember these words my mother told me when I found out he died.
She said: …..”and he was yours