Descriptive Jay Ranly Come here boy! I shouted as I staggered into the garage. Hey pup! Whats going on? I would endlessly ask him, never getting a response best or less than a lick on the face. straight off was not normal. He did not come running to me. thither was something wrong with Ozzie.
Whats the matter boy? Do you want a treat? I knew I could get him to come with that large-minded of talk, solely yet, he staid in lying in is cushioned box. There was something seriously wrong. I tried everything. I gave him a treat, fed him, watered him, pet him, I even out replaced the cushions in his bed. He still wouldnt move. Finally I gave up and went inside. About fifteen minutes later, I go steadyd a hideous scream coming from my mammary gland. Ozzie had just collapsed on the floor. I rushed to be by his side while mom called the veterinarian.
On the long ride to the vet, Ozzie laid on my lap, endlessly crying. I wish I could have done something, but there was nothing to do. Her miserable eyes persistently stared into his eyes, and I would begin to cry and tell myself everything was O.K. When we arrived, the vet came out to acknowledge us, and he took Ozzie in.
We anxiously waited in the waiting room to hear the verdict. The vet came out with a very bad spirit on his face. I knew right then it wasnt good, and couldnt hold the disunite from rolling down my face. He had had a stroke, and had to be place to sleep. I ran by his side. I didnt want him to go! I gave him one last kiss, and the door closed behind me as I left the room.
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