And I wasn't there. I knew it was coming, but I didn't know it was
coming today. I picked that dog out. When he came up and laid on my feet
years ago I said, This one.
Now after that he became a
royal pain in the ass. He was a spaz. He had to be medicated and toward
the end of his life he peed everywhere. But he was a dog, and that by
itself made him good.
My wife tells me she did it while
I wasn't home because I didn't even like the dog. Which is partly true.
I didn't really like him, but there were times when he grew on me. But
that's not what I'm getting at here. I picked him out. I am part of the
family, I'm supposed to be the head of the family. I wanted to be there.
Not just for the dog, but for her.
She calls me up
crying to let me know that Ranger is gone and while I felt for him, I
felt for her too. I felt for my little girls. My little girls who are
going to ask where the dog is later. I didn't want to miss this. I want
to be there for my family. But I can't. My job, and our future won't
allow that right now.
But it doesn't hurt any less.
I'm sorry I wasn't there to at least say goodbye Ranger.
I'm sorry I wasn't there to comfort you Princess.
I'm sorry I won't be there to answer your questions girls.
I'm so so sorry.
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