posted on Jun, 26 2013 @ 09:02 AM
Here we were, just after supper enjoying some relax time, I'm on the sofa watching the news, daughter is at the kitchen table on her laptop adn all
of a sudden we can hear a ladie screaming at our two other kids outside asking if they knew who's dog this was.....
My daughter runs outside, rushes back in and tells me that Gaya, our dog had just been ran over by a car!! Somehow the dog had managed to jump the
fence and go for a stroll. She didn't make it accross the boulevard.
She was still alive, in shock but she wasn't whimpering or anything so we all got in the car and ruched to the vets...
After about 20 minutes of waiting the vet could finally see the dog and make his evaluation of the damages. I didn't want my daughter in the room
because of what I knew was comming, the vet was going to twist and poke and it would hurt the dog so I told my daughter to wait outside for the time
Once the evaluation was complete and that I knew what was up, I had to tell my daughter that the poor thing couldn't be saved, it was just way too
bad, poor dog had a crushed pelvis and was hemoraging badly.
That was one of the worst things I have had to do, tell my daughter that her beloved little Gaya had to be put to sleep...Man...I mean...The dog I can
deal with but seeing my daughter cry like she did, that's tough man, I don't care who much of a man you are...It's just hard.
The vet left us with the dog for about 20 minutes, my daughter petted Gaya and kissed her lots and I did what i could to comfort her as best I could
even if I couldn't hold back the tears. When the time came, I motioned to the vet that it was time do to what needed to be done and he was as gentle
as could be. Cleaned her leg and proceeded with the injection. It took a whole 10 seconds and Gaya was gone, I could see the light in her eyes fading
away as I was holding her. She went limp and let out one last little breath and she was gone.
My daughter didn't want to leave and she kept petting Gaya over and over and whispering in her ear how much she loved her and will miss her. I took a
couple of minutes and groomed Gaya, made her all nice and pretty, layed her down as if she were sleeping and then said to my daughter that it was time
to leave. That was hard....Real hard...I know that my daughter will recover from this, she's a strong young woman but at 15 she's at that age where
she will always remember Gaya and how she passed....I find that hard too....Kids should not have to go through that...
Our little Gaya was only 2 1/2 years old, a little #zu/Yorkie mix , a good little dog...She will be missed.
Well...Sorry for the sad storry, i just felt like I had to share...