This could have possibly been the worst week of my life...
Let me start off by saying that this post is more like a diary entry. I need to open up and say things to feel better. Please don't see me as a wimpy or weak person because of it. Thank you.
It all started way before this week. I think I even made a post about when it happened but I don't remember. Anyway a long time ago (in a galaxy far far away just kidding) when my sister and her now fiance were simply dating, his dog had cute little puppies. Of course my sis wanted one since she's a dog lover but my dad wouldn't allow her to have another. In order to keep everyone happy, she kept her new pup at her boyfriends house with his dog.
Well time passed quickly and her fiance moved in and with him, her grown dog. It's a cute little dachshund (weiner dog) mix. My dad is a softy for animals so he had no problem wih it by then.
There was a reason why she couldn't bring the puppy home the first time she asked dad...We already had three dogs:
Storm(y)-My seven year old american eskimo (sp?) mix and good little buddy.
Lady (she is gone now with her original owners) but at the time she was our sweet but strong guard dog.
Lastly there is Aeon (baby)- My sister's "cute" and "sweet" pitbull.
Anyway she brought her pup home (her name is Sha-Nay-Nay yeah I don't get why she's named that either but we call her Nay-Nay for short). Well as she moved her fiance in, he began to want his own dog (Nay-Nay's father) to come live with our happy little bunch.
And so it was. And for a while all was good until a tragic night where Aeon attacked his dog in our backyard, leaving two huge teeth marks in his neck. The dog was rushed to the vet but in a twist of fate, it ended that my sister and her fiance would never see the dog again.
The very next night, I came over to spend the weekend and see my family. My sister told me of the "accident" and we chatted about other things when we suddenly heard yelping from her room. We ran in to see Aeon attacking Nay-Nay and quickly broke up the fight (with Lady's help). My sister told her pitbull if this continued she would have no choice but to put her down. She didn't want to loose another dog to this..."dog".
Again time passed and I had almost forgotten the whole thing but in my heart I always feared for my little Storm's life. I know what it's like to loose something you love and I would fall apart if he was gone.
Fast forward to this week. Tuesday to be exact, my mom and I had been talking abut getting ourseleves a little puppy to live with us. And despite my busy routine with making costumes, work and pushing myself for good grades I said hey why not? So we went to the pet store and found a sweet litte terrier/chihuahua mix. I thought it would be great. So we got home and soon found out she was a crazy little ball of fur. Running about, playing, running from my cats and even being smacked by one! I couldn't have my cats beating up the innocent thing (only 12 weeks old) so I called my good 'ol sis.
I asked if she would kindly take care of the baby over at my dads since I couldn't have the kitty hurt it. She happily agreed.
Dad was against it at first but after a few hours of being with it he bonded. All my family seemed to really enjoy the puppy. Nay-Nay licked it, Stormy ran from her in fear (he's a huge coward oh and I named my pup Chi after my favorite persocom), and Aeon seemed to be taking a mother-role.
My sis called me all through the day about how she was, falling in the pool, running and playing with the others and deep down I couldn't help but feel proud that she was able to be with other puppies. To play and be happy.
....The next day I got a phone call while out shopping. I needed buckles and I was already upset about personal issues. But nothing compared to my phone ringing and my sister saying "Hollie, Dad found the puppy...she's dead. Aeon bit a whole straight into her skull. I'm so sorry."
At first I thought she was joking but after hearing her sniffles I knew that it was true. Chi, my baby, was gone.
I took it better than I thought! I just said "Well whatta ya gone do, right? It was an accident...It couldn't be helped."
My mom over heard the news and tried to take it well and I simply strolled into the craft store...I broke down shortly after and got a lot of stares from people that acted like they had never been upset before in their lives! But I didn't care, I still don't. People can say whatever they want, I'm human and if I cry, I cry.
I got phone calls the rest of the day from my dad. Apologies and such. My sister had said before that she would put her idiotic dog down if this continued. Of course she's taking it back now and refuses to. I, however see it differently. I said "Ok if you think the dog is so safe after killing two dogs and attacking one, I want her to play with Emily (my two year old cousin) and Angelo (my one year old cousin) when they come over. If you really believe that the dog is safe to be around my puppy than she must be safe around children, correct?"
Dad yelled at me a lot but whatever.
He began to ask if I wanted a new puppy. Nothing can replace what is lost, it can only fill the space left by that thing or being. I objected his offerings even after he dragged me to several different pet stores. I cried more and more after each one was left. I wanted my puppy no other. I realized though that God couldn't give me my dog back, no matter how much I wanted it. She is gone. She won't come back and there will never be another dog like her. That's the way it is.
I went home to find my mom expecting a new pup. There was none. I only mentioned a few cute chihuahuas down at the final store we had been to. She jumped up and said "Lets go get us a puppy!"
As a lasting result I have a ten-week-old baby boy laying next to me as I type this. He's tan and black colored, very small and cute. He won't go to sleep unless I lay with him and well his name is Kiba.
I don't know what will happened to Aeon but I bet she'll kill something or someone else. Maybe then my sister will wise up and face the reality but I doubt it. All I know is that Kiba will never have to suffer what my dead little girl did. He won't be buried in the front yard with a small headstone up. No. I won't let him get hurt and I can only protect Storm when I'm with him. But I don't worry so much about him because despite his cowardice nature, he is pretty tough against stupid dogs that kill. Go Storm! Kick her a$$!
Anyway I hope things wil get better and I hope I can finish my costume in time for con! Wish me luck and I hope you all have a safe weekend!
Hard Times Get Better