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It’s the worst feeling in the world.
Once they’re gone, all that’s left is this big gaping hole in the family and your memories of them and their belongings and collar.
As you sit there, spending your last moments with their body, you can’t help but hope that their tail will start wagging again as you pet them, but it never does. That they’ll wake up and start to lick your face and lick away your tears and try to make you feel better, but they don’t. It’s hard to leave them behind, and it feels so wrong because you know that you’ll never see them again.
And as you drive home, you see other people walking their dogs, and it hits you again, and you wished that you had walked your dog again, one last time.
And when you get home and open the front door, you realize that there’s no one there to greet you with a wagging tail, who’s so happy to see you, and it hits you again.
As you walk around the house, you realize that there’s no one following you around anymore, and it hits you again.
And as you eat dinner, you notice that there’s no one there begging for food and it hits you again.
And as you stare at the chair they used to sit in, you see how empty it looks and it hits you again.
As you stare at the pictures of them around the house, it hits you again.
As you stare at the collar they used to wear, you realize that no one’s wearing it anymore, and it hits you again.
You stare at the toys they used to play with, and it hits you again.
You want to call their name so they can come over, so you can hug them as you cry, but you know that you can’t.
Not ever again.
Because they’re gone.
And you can’t do anything to bring them back.
All you want is to hug them one last time and tell them how much you love them.
And yet you can’t.
All you can do is hold their collar and cry and pretend that they’re still there, following you around with that wagging tail.
You’ve lost your companion.
Your one true friend.
The one you knew would never betray you, or hurt you, and would always try to make you feel better.
And you start to feel lonely because they’re gone.
Once they’re gone, all that’s left is this big gaping hole in the family and your memories of them and their belongings and collar.
As you sit there, spending your last moments with their body, you can’t help but hope that their tail will start wagging again as you pet them, but it never does. That they’ll wake up and start to lick your face and lick away your tears and try to make you feel better, but they don’t. It’s hard to leave them behind, and it feels so wrong because you know that you’ll never see them again.
And as you drive home, you see other people walking their dogs, and it hits you again, and you wished that you had walked your dog again, one last time.
And when you get home and open the front door, you realize that there’s no one there to greet you with a wagging tail, who’s so happy to see you, and it hits you again.
As you walk around the house, you realize that there’s no one following you around anymore, and it hits you again.
And as you eat dinner, you notice that there’s no one there begging for food and it hits you again.
And as you stare at the chair they used to sit in, you see how empty it looks and it hits you again.
As you stare at the pictures of them around the house, it hits you again.
As you stare at the collar they used to wear, you realize that no one’s wearing it anymore, and it hits you again.
You stare at the toys they used to play with, and it hits you again.
You want to call their name so they can come over, so you can hug them as you cry, but you know that you can’t.
Not ever again.
Because they’re gone.
And you can’t do anything to bring them back.
All you want is to hug them one last time and tell them how much you love them.
And yet you can’t.
All you can do is hold their collar and cry and pretend that they’re still there, following you around with that wagging tail.
You’ve lost your companion.
Your one true friend.
The one you knew would never betray you, or hurt you, and would always try to make you feel better.
And you start to feel lonely because they’re gone.
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Daisy was a really special dog. Everyone loved her.
Even our mailman. Every time he came over, he would ask to see her and pet her, and he just loved her.
One time, there was something going on in our neighborhood, about a girl that went missing, and three policemen came over to our house, asking to look around and so my mom let them inside the house. My dog was following them around and she sat back on her haunches and begged, and all of the policemen went “Aw~” at the same time and started playing with her.
It just happened so fast. It was just like that.
One minute, she was running around outside, happy because she had just been fed. She ran into the house and fell behind my mom at her feet and started having a seizure.
My mom had to drag me out of the shower, and she told me what happened, so I got dressed and sat with my dog and tried to comfort her.
My mom left to go and get the neighbor to help get Daisy into the car.
But by the time she came back with help, Daisy had already passed away.
She literally died in my arms.
I got her as a birthday present in third grade.
She was my dog.
And she died in my arms.
I just can’t believe that she’s gone.
It’s so weird without her.
And the house feels so empty.
I just really missed her.
She died on May 5th, 2015.
She died yesterday.
Everyone’s been so nice and sweet, though. I stayed home from school today because I’m so devastated, and everyone’s been bringing cards and flowers, and coming in and giving me hugs and crying with me.
One person even brought my family two potted plants of daisies.
The flower I named my dog after, so that was really sweet of them.
We’re going to plant them later.
You all should cherish the time you have with your dogs. Because you never know when they’ll die. We thought our dog would die of old age, but she died in the blink of an eye and it was completely unexpected.
She was only nine years old.
So spend as much time with your dog as you can, because you never know when they’ll be gone.
Even our mailman. Every time he came over, he would ask to see her and pet her, and he just loved her.
One time, there was something going on in our neighborhood, about a girl that went missing, and three policemen came over to our house, asking to look around and so my mom let them inside the house. My dog was following them around and she sat back on her haunches and begged, and all of the policemen went “Aw~” at the same time and started playing with her.
It just happened so fast. It was just like that.
One minute, she was running around outside, happy because she had just been fed. She ran into the house and fell behind my mom at her feet and started having a seizure.
My mom had to drag me out of the shower, and she told me what happened, so I got dressed and sat with my dog and tried to comfort her.
My mom left to go and get the neighbor to help get Daisy into the car.
But by the time she came back with help, Daisy had already passed away.
She literally died in my arms.
I got her as a birthday present in third grade.
She was my dog.
And she died in my arms.
I just can’t believe that she’s gone.
It’s so weird without her.
And the house feels so empty.
I just really missed her.
She died on May 5th, 2015.
She died yesterday.
Everyone’s been so nice and sweet, though. I stayed home from school today because I’m so devastated, and everyone’s been bringing cards and flowers, and coming in and giving me hugs and crying with me.
One person even brought my family two potted plants of daisies.
The flower I named my dog after, so that was really sweet of them.
We’re going to plant them later.
You all should cherish the time you have with your dogs. Because you never know when they’ll die. We thought our dog would die of old age, but she died in the blink of an eye and it was completely unexpected.
She was only nine years old.
So spend as much time with your dog as you can, because you never know when they’ll be gone.
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I'm sorry for your loss. I know exactly how you feel. Back in January, we had to put our dog down. He had a stroke. It's hard losing a pet.