down we go

suggested track: "element" by vision of disorder

everything is just getting worse. okay, i didn't get a scholarship (big surprise), and i was feeling just crappy about myself and life in general yesterday, and now this: chewie died the other day.

it went real fast and the vet said he wasn't in any pain, but i find it hard to believe. he started throwing up earlier this week, so my father was keeping an eye on him to make sure he was allright. then he couldn't even keep water down, and was getting dehydrated, so the vet wanted to examine him. there was a mass in his stomach that the vet didn't know what it was. he wanted to keep him overnight for observations, and that night he slipped into a coma and died. we had an autopsy performed and the mass was his small intestine bunched up and blocked and coiled around itself. inside his intestine was a large clump of fabric, large piece of plastic, and a coffee mug handle(?). this caused the blockage, and his intestines shut down, and he was vomiting, because the food he was eating had nowhere to go.

it's hard not to feel responsible for his death, with all of the blanket scraps and toys we gave him to chew on. he was only 6. he isn't supposed to be dead. i'll never get to see him again.

i love you chewie, you were the best dog ever.