Hah, its been awhile hasn't it. I don't think you're ever gonna update la. Last post is still mine.
I have very sad news Dinie.
SCOTT IS DEAD.
My parents thought it would be best if he was put down so they called for a doctor to put him to sleep. I cried like shit. I cried like shit's shit. I dont see this as a good thing unlike my parents who think thats he's not suffering anymore. I call this cold blooded MURDER.
If you haven't already know what happened to Scott, he had a skin infection which has been going on for a long time now. It is to the point where he started to smell bad all the time. And you could really tell that his skin was in quite a bad condition. He could not grow fur in certain parts of his body.
I know you might probably say that it was for the best and stuff like that but I just don't feel that way. And the worst part was that my parents hid it from me..... for two freakin months. Scott died in june. JUNE. I found out in August. What. The. FISH.
Omg dina, they only told me after I asked them about Scott. Imagine if I hadn't. They would have kept it from me till I got home. And then what will happen? 6 months down the road, I come home and don't see my dog of 9 years.
I got so pissed I was sooooo furious with them that it made me cry even more. And then summore and more after that.
There were so many hidden details from me. My mum's story and my brother's story were completely different. So I knew my mum was lying to me flat out. Its so sick to lie to your child about the death of her dog. She said it was for my own good so that I won't feel sad. So I guess she's thinking its better not to be sad now but half a year later when his body is worm food so that I'll react in a happier way?
Scott was my dog and they didn't go thru it with me before putting him down. He was my dog. I chose him at the store. He was the hyperactive dog that I picked out. And then he become my first 'real' dog. All the bigger dogs I had the last time were given away to other people because we were too small to play with them. And Scott was such a smart boy. I always thought he had a human mind. He knew tricks that Bree doesn't. What makes me feel so bad about is that I didnt give him a proper goodbye when I left. How the heck was I to know that they were gonna kill him!? I feel so guilty. As an owner, I feel like I didn't do my part well. I would have taken him out for a walk more often. I would have talked to him more like I used to do when I went out to the back garden. And it really kills me knowing that when I get back, only Bree will come up to me. I think I'll cry again then.
So here's to Scottie. My family's companion for almost a decade. I'll miss you so so much.


