I made the mistake of coming to this section and reading the “rainbow bridge” now I’m on a total feel trip. 6 years ago this January past I lost my best friend to cancer. I’ve honestly never really spoken about her after the fact so here is probably the best place.
I was 5 when we got her. I can remember when dad surprised us and brought her up the stairs Christmas Eve, she was a golden lab puppy of moms friends dog. of course, I’m beyond excited and she’s mortally terrified. however after a quick panicked romp around the house, we were the best of friends. she’d lay down with me, stay near by if I was occupied and wouldn’t hesitate to hop into my bed if she got lonely. perfect. as time went on, we both grew up and she unfortunately got older. she started to lose patience with her old animal friends around the neighbourhood, leading to me having to break up scuffles. this along with (supposedly) non cancerous tumours being removed twice and lack of bladder and bowel control, we took her in to the vet. I found out after mom picked me up from school after inquiring how her appointment went, getting the dreadful “we have to talk about it”. she was sick, bad. so bad that she left this world that day. I don’t know if they scheduled it and didn’t tell me, or discovered it on the spot. it spread all over her. that day the dream turned into a nightmare for me. I can only thank her for being my friend, right until the end when everything else in her life fell apart. there isn’t a day I don’t think about her. I was 15 that day, I’m older, graduated. we took in another dog and now I have my bunny. I just feel guilty I couldn’t say good bye. my parents didn’t think I could handle it, and honestly I probably wouldn’t have. it’s the least I could have done for her after being my friend all those years. goodbye old friend, I’ll see you on the other side.
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