Who is Patsy? She's my best bud and playmate, my pet, a German Shepherd Dog. She's lived a very short life, 2 years, 1 month, and 1 day to be exact. But those two years have been full of fun.
Yesterday, I received a text message from my boyfriend saying that Patsy seems to be sick. She hardly eats but she's drinking water. When he said the word "seems", I never thought she's already VERY SICK! What a way to describe the situation to me... I'm at work the whole day so I don't have the chance to see her. My boyfriend asked me if he should take her to her veterenarian but I didn't have load so I couldn't reply to him. Yet, if you already see your beloved pet dying in front of you, gasping for breathe, would you still wait for a reply to your question? Can't you decide for yourself since she's also YOUR dog? That she actually lives with you and not me?
Okay, okay, enough said. There's no use in blaming anybody else since nothing can bring Patsy back to life now.
When I got to their house after my work, I rushed to see Patsy and that was the last time I saw her lift her head and wag her tail. Without thinking twice, I immediately took her to her vet. Along the way, I could sense that she's really having a very hard time breathing and she was also trying to vomit. She was lying on my lap all the time and she was looking at me, as if wanting to say goodbye already. I hugged her tight and told her to hang on. When we arrived at the vet's clinic, there were 4 other "patients" waiting for their turn. Due to the case of Patsy, her vet let us in immediately and asked us to lay her on the operating table. The vet took out the dextrose, while his assistant looked for a syringe and some other stuff. After a while, the vet injected something on her hind leg (I forgot what it was). A few seconds later, Patsy vomitted some white liquid and then she stopped breathing. They tried to revive her for some more minutes and I knew then that she's already gone. That's when I asked them to stop already because nothing can revive her anymore. At that point, I couldn't hide the pain anymore so forgetting about all the people in the clinic (waiting for their patients' turn) I cried my heart out.
Patsy has been very dear to me because she's the first dog that I bought with my own money and raised on my own. When my family moved to Manila and I was left to live alone, it was Patsy who slept beside me the whole time, together with Schneider, my Pitbull. I am also giving credit to these two lovely dogs because when I was having a nightmare (bangungot), for some reasons, they jumped over me and licked me on the face so I was awakened. So I could actually say they're my heroes! They saved my life!
PATSY. I got her name from the nickname of my cousin's classmate back in Grade I at The Learning Child, Ayala, Alabang. She's one pretty girl who knows her way around and is very independent. Exactly just like my own Patsy.
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