it was very difficult........it's a longggggggggg story behind how I got them........they were my ex's dogs......he had gotten them as my son started getting older......(he knew that would keep my son coming to see him).......when my ex passed away......my son came home with them hidden under his jacket........my landlord was flipping out and didn't want me to keep them.......but I said "TOO BAD" my son had just lost his father I wasn't going to have him lose his two dogs also........
The dogs didn't like me......Tito actually bit my face one day......so I didn't feel very close to them......but as the years passed.....and they lived with me they mellowed out........and actually became sweet......and I grew attached.....too attached I'm afraid........I think we held on to Tiny way longer than we should have......I just couldn't make the decision.....for 2 reasons......#1 it was my son's last connection to his father(he is an adult (sort of).....and #2 he was my little tiny baby........the morning of 5/6/06 I was holding him and crying and begging him to just go to sleep in my arms.....I was so upset......I went out for a little while it was just depressing me so much......and that evening I was online and I heard him start to vomit......so I got up and I was petting him......and when he stopped I picked him up and he just went to sleep in my arms forever.....I was on the phone with my daughter just screaming and crying.....I think sometimes you need to be careful what you ask for.....the one good thing is he's not suffering anymore...... |