I just got home and had a phone call from my mom.. I am still in tears.
She called to tell me that my dog-Chuck (that lives with them, the one i have had since i was in grade 3.. I am almost 22 now) past away today at 2:15 p.m.
She told me how last night he was wandering around the house and my brother picked him up (he was too old to jump) and put him on the bed with him and he went and got in my brother's face and laid right nose to nose with my brother and in the morning my mom put his food bowl down and he just looked at it.
My parents went shopping when they got home they let him out to go pees and he didn't get very far (not like him he never used to poop on the grass always went to the fields) and then he walked to the back yard and laid in the snow and my brother watched him so he went and picked him up and carried him inside and laid him in the dog bed and Chuck stretched out and passed away with everoyne in my family but me there around him even our other dog (jack russel) sat there with him.
I am sitting here silently crying to myself in the dark that i wasn't there either. I just keep thinking of all the times I cried into Chuck's side when i was a kid and how he would sleep in my room until I moved away, how i was so excited the first day we got him, how he knew so many tricks.
It was expected that he was going to die soon the last time i visited my parents my mom told me she didn't think that Chuck would make it to Christmas and I remember telling her no and not to think like that...
I hate that pets die...