Shylo and Me

posted for "Keith's COTtage" When a journey begins badly it rarely ends well is a damned good way to describe my trip to bury Shylo. I should have known that there would be trouble. They warned me to stay home. They warned me that I was to weak to make the drive, but I couldn't stay there. I had to go. I had to see her one last time. I left early because there was a 4 hour drive ahead of me. I had left her at a friends house while I had a Gall Bladder removed. I wasn't one of the lucky ones that got in and out in one day. They cut a hole in my gut that was eight inches long. That was after they had cut a hole in my belly button. Nasty, nasty, nasty the doc said. You had one ugly Bladder, we had to take it out it in pieces. I moaned and felt sorry for myself for the next week while I recovered. I got the phone call early in the morning. She was dead. She was my black schnauzer and the best dog I ever owned. It was like a boy and his dog while he was growing up. We were never apart from the time I bought her as a puppy until I left her that day. Seven years and we were never apart. She went every where I went. If she couldn't go, I didn't go. My eyes teared when I left her. Maybe that was that an omen. Maybe I should have known what was going to happen but I didn't. I wasn't worried about her. My friends loved dogs and I knew they would take good care of her. What I didn't know was that she would run away. I guess she was looking for me. It wasn't the cars fault, Shylo ran right in front of it. The driver took her to the vet but she died on his table. They were waiting for me to get there before they buried her. I had told them I wanted her in a pet cometary. I couldn't bear to think of her being burned up in one of those damned dog inferno's. As I drove towards her my eyes teared and I couldn't stop from crying, My eyes began to burn and as I tried to wipe them dry I missed a turn and my car left the road, flipping over and over down a hill side, I was killed on the second flip. Maybe this journey did end well after all, Shylo and Me are together again. .

12 comments:

  1. A deep, emotional piece with a marvellous ending. Excellent.

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  2. Got me with that one, Griz. I likes.

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  3. Grizz oh how life has a way of righting wrongs. Sometimes not the way we expect them eh! Great twist of a tale.

    There is a strong bond between animal and pet for some. My sister has two Chihuahua's and you'd swear the were humans.

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  4. This has to be the ultimate example of finding something good in a very bad situation. I've often thought that I'd gladly exchange my life for the life my cats lead. Heaven would indeed be a poorer place without them, so I like the way your story ends, reuniting best friends.

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  5. You have described so well the sorrow we feel upon losing a beloved pet. Even though it is sad, it is a comfort to think of the man and his dog being together in the end. Made me cry a bit, though *sob*

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  6. I like the twist at the end!

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  7. A surprise ending and very moving.

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  8. Great story from begining to unexpected end.

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  9. Wow....reminds me of Dolly Parton's Gypsy Joe and Me:). Very touching buddy. Great.

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