Humans die everyday b, fukk I look like crying over some dog.
Like a dude who ain't never grown close to a dog or any other animal.
S'aight.
2015 been a fukked up year. Lost the main dog (Brolic ass Rotewilder) and the side dog (Scruffy ass mutt) the same year within months of each other. Now the Rottie was pretty good damn near his whole life. No problems, heart worm medicine and Tick tablets, all that shyt on point. Dude was a bit heavy, but once you took him off the chain you wouldn't believe how fast dude could move.
Just started smoking weed that year so I used to get these weed like hangovers where I'd wake up in the morning still buzzed. Night in question I was out chilling with a female friend, smoked some weed and slept over by her place on some sedated cuddle shyt since a tropical storm was coming in so the next day or so work was cancelled. Got a call from Moms early on talking about how the dog looked sick and wasn't eating/moving, so I'm pissed off to all fukk 'cause this supposed to be my days off to get my vices in check along with getting cheeks, drive home and just seen dude on the ground like he didn't give a shyt. I was more mad at the fact that my Dad was just passing the buck and being worthless as fukk, talking about "Dogs die all the time, when dogs sick, they just die, that's it" My mom didn't want to hear that shyt and he was just being insensitive 'cause his lazy ass didn't want to do shyt and I was still semi high and wanted to cuss him the fukk out, but I let it slide, I had to be there for Mom 'cause she was worried.
Reached home, Picked him up, he wouldn't stand. Gave him food, he wouldn't eat. Mom said she noticed he ain't eat in like two days and he ain't standing so she called the vet from last night and asked him to check on him but he wasn't coming out and we had to carry him to the shop. So me and my bro had to life dude up in a Blanket since this is 150 plus of bonafide Rottweiler meat. Dropped him off by this eccentric ass old vet dude who looked like he was pissed off at being called out during the storm. Took some blood and pretty much locked him up in the kennel talking about he'd check on him.
Got a call from Mom like three days later, sniffling, talkin about how the Dog died and she needed me to take care of it, 'cause of course she can't ask that workshy free loader to do anything. Had to round up my cousin (speaking of which, his dog died earlier on that year and I helped him bury it too) and wrap up the dog in a big ass green plastic bag 'cause he done shyt himself and they left him, pretty much the same way we put him in the kennel. fukking old dude was like "Yeah, get him out. Now what are we going to do about the mess in there?" I was like "
"Gimmie a minute let me get some gloves I got out the back of the jeep" We took the dog and fukking bounced. fukk him and that. I don't know why the fukk Mom told Dad 'cause of course he wants to delegate what the fukk we should do without actually doing it, so I just got my brother and uncle, picked out a spot at the bottom of our property, copped a Backhoe and dug a proper hole for dude (Scraped the edge of a septic and nearly 'caused a major fukk up
) and buried him in a sheet. Aunt had out the camera phone for my moms (She didn't come) and said the lord's prayer as we put him down.
I was still fukked up about seeing my mom's cry since I ain't never seen her do that shyt short of a funeral 10 plus years ago. Dog got buried a stone's throw away from my toking spot and at times a breh feels like crying 'cause he should have died at home, surrounded by comfort and not in some dingy ass kennel alone and unloved'n'shyt. That night after I got him buried I stayed a bit out side of his doghouse and just felt like shyt 'cause at the time I was just numb to the whole thing and didn't wanna accept that he was gone. Curled up his chain and put it away. Moms was pissed at Dad for a minute and I just let him talk on with his bullshyt and started hitting up contacts for a new dog.
Older mutt dog died a few months later. She was light and could fit in your arm, so when that happened I came home with a shovel since she wouldn't require no big ass hole. My breh told me that he and Dad found her in the neighbors yard, covered in flies (She did look sickly the morning I saw her) and that he just wrapped her up in a trash bag and plunked her in the garbage.
I mean, we didn't shower her with the same love and affection we did the Rottweiler but she atleast deserved to be buried, not discarded
S'fukked up, but now we got two new dogs so Mom's back in good spirits again..sorta. fukking all Black Rottweiler is fukking everything up and jumping on people being unrully as fukk.
She going to fully love him once he gets older, I'm sure.