EDIT *Posted here first instead of creative writing, not sure if cross posting is against forum rules, but mods feel free to delete *
Diablo was my best friend. He was a mutt but the best dog I had ever had. After sixteen years I was already partially resinged to what was happening, but that didn't stop my heart from breaking when I saw the vet's face as he came out to talk to me. Something about liver failure or something. It went over my head. I drifted off back to the good years, hunting trips, playing catch in the back yard and a million little things. I only started to come back when I caught an ominous sentance ending with the words "put to sleep".
I knew it was time but couldn't do it there. The cold sterile atmosphere of the pet hospital Diablo shaking in fear in the arms of a stranger knowing what was coming. I just couldn't, he deserved so much better. I wasn't sure what the law was so I made some vague excuse about needing to think about it. The Vet assured me that a lot of people need to think about it, but that it would probably be best for me to come back within the next day or two.
I left knowing we would never come back to that place. That night Diablo slept in my bed. The next morning found us in the lot behind the abondoned country house that used to belong to my parents. I threw a tennis ball a couple of times and Diablo went after it with a wag of his tale even though he couldn't move so well anymore. Then I got out a special treat. Two medium rare hamburger patties covered in cheese. He started eating, and I had to move fast before I started bawling and he knew something was wrong.
I petted his head for the last time and unholstered my gun putting a clean shot through the back of his head. The loud report of the gunshot temporarily silenced the world. As the ringing in my ears faded and my hearing returned I could hear someone bawling in the distance. I looked around for the source for a second before I realized the sound was coming from me.
I hugged Diablo once more and began to dig. Hours later my heart was still broken, but the pain had begun to fade into sort of a numbness. I knew I did the right thing, but the numbness soon turned into anger, what kind of a world forces a man to shoot his best friend. Still looking back on it I think its when a first learned the meaning of true love. The whole thing was worse for then it was Diablo.
I only wish I lived in a world that would give me the same kind of death I gave my bestfriend. One minute eating a filet mignon and the next curtain call, fade to black.
Diablo was my best friend. He was a mutt but the best dog I had ever had. After sixteen years I was already partially resinged to what was happening, but that didn't stop my heart from breaking when I saw the vet's face as he came out to talk to me. Something about liver failure or something. It went over my head. I drifted off back to the good years, hunting trips, playing catch in the back yard and a million little things. I only started to come back when I caught an ominous sentance ending with the words "put to sleep".
I knew it was time but couldn't do it there. The cold sterile atmosphere of the pet hospital Diablo shaking in fear in the arms of a stranger knowing what was coming. I just couldn't, he deserved so much better. I wasn't sure what the law was so I made some vague excuse about needing to think about it. The Vet assured me that a lot of people need to think about it, but that it would probably be best for me to come back within the next day or two.
I left knowing we would never come back to that place. That night Diablo slept in my bed. The next morning found us in the lot behind the abondoned country house that used to belong to my parents. I threw a tennis ball a couple of times and Diablo went after it with a wag of his tale even though he couldn't move so well anymore. Then I got out a special treat. Two medium rare hamburger patties covered in cheese. He started eating, and I had to move fast before I started bawling and he knew something was wrong.
I petted his head for the last time and unholstered my gun putting a clean shot through the back of his head. The loud report of the gunshot temporarily silenced the world. As the ringing in my ears faded and my hearing returned I could hear someone bawling in the distance. I looked around for the source for a second before I realized the sound was coming from me.
I hugged Diablo once more and began to dig. Hours later my heart was still broken, but the pain had begun to fade into sort of a numbness. I knew I did the right thing, but the numbness soon turned into anger, what kind of a world forces a man to shoot his best friend. Still looking back on it I think its when a first learned the meaning of true love. The whole thing was worse for then it was Diablo.
I only wish I lived in a world that would give me the same kind of death I gave my bestfriend. One minute eating a filet mignon and the next curtain call, fade to black.
