Intimacy is my Muse. (my last day with wilson August 01, 2008 -...)

Photo $my last day with wilson August 01, 2008 - Kellielizabeth Caceres I stumbled across this photo, browsing through some old ones of mine. I took this picture on the last day I got to spend with Wilson, our 9 month old border collie, that we adopted a week before he got hit by a car and had to be put down two days later. Honestly, he was the best dog I’d ever known, even for that short while. Its almost been a year since that painful day, last summer. Where he bolted through my legs when I answered the door, when he ran down the block, across the street and then got hit by a car. I saw the whole thing…I remeber running to him in a tank top and some shorts, with a towel still around my hair because I had just gotten out of the shower. I recall him limping all the way to the side of the street and falling straight into my lap….i remember crying, and petting him and telling him it would be okay. and then we took him to the vet, and they said it would be okay, alls that happened was a small fracture and it was amazing that was all he came out with, that they’d scheduel a surgery to fix his small fractures and missing tooth over the next two days…. He stayed with me, all night that night and then with my parents the night after. The morning of his surgery my parents woke up early, earlier than I had, and had taken Wilson about 35 miles to the nearest veterenarian capable of handling the proceedure. The house was quiet that day….to quiet. But I figured, it was just cause everyone was gone. When my parents came back however, they came back without our dog, and even before they got in the house I knew something was wrong. I kept trying to tell myself that MAYBE the reason they came back without him was because the recovery from the surgery was just too much for him to handle and they were just keeping him over night, and my parents were going to pick him up in the morning. But that wasn’t the case. Apparently, the injuries were worse than expected and the tooth that was “missing” wasn’t missing at all but lodged in his nasal cavaties. and the only way to fix him was to go through several thousands of dollars worth of surgeries and make it worse before it got better. Wilson would never be the same, because of it…and it would cause him alot of pain. So they put him down. They put him down, and ever since then I’d been heartbroken over it. I’d never seen such loyalty and strength in an animal. Even after being hit by a car, as soon as he was put on medications for the pain, he wanted so desprately to play ball with me and fetch with me still. He would cuddle up with me and try his best to show “I’ll be okay, just you see. This is nothing, I’ll be fine. Promise, and when I am, we can do all the fun stuff we used to okay?!” god, i can’t help but cry.Wilson I miss you :($

my last day with wilson August 01, 2008 - Kellielizabeth Caceres

I stumbled across this photo, browsing through some old ones of mine. I took this picture on the last day I got to spend with Wilson, our 9 month old border collie, that we adopted a week before he got hit by a car and had to be put down two days later. Honestly, he was the best dog I’d ever known, even for that short while. Its almost been a year since that painful day, last summer. Where he bolted through my legs when I answered the door, when he ran down the block, across the street and then got hit by a car. I saw the whole thing…I remeber running to him in a tank top and some shorts, with a towel still around my hair because I had just gotten out of the shower. I recall him limping all the way to the side of the street and falling straight into my lap….i remember crying, and petting him and telling him it would be okay.

and then we took him to the vet, and they said it would be okay, alls that happened was a small fracture and it was amazing that was all he came out with, that they’d scheduel a surgery to fix his small fractures and missing tooth over the next two days….

He stayed with me, all night that night and then with my parents the night after. The morning of his surgery my parents woke up early, earlier than I had, and had taken Wilson about 35 miles to the nearest veterenarian capable of handling the proceedure. The house was quiet that day….to quiet. But I figured, it was just cause everyone was gone. When my parents came back however, they came back without our dog, and even before they got in the house I knew something was wrong. I kept trying to tell myself that MAYBE the reason they came back without him was because the recovery from the surgery was just too much for him to handle and they were just keeping him over night, and my parents were going to pick him up in the morning.

But that wasn’t the case. Apparently, the injuries were worse than expected and the tooth that was “missing” wasn’t missing at all but lodged in his nasal cavaties. and the only way to fix him was to go through several thousands of dollars worth of surgeries and make it worse before it got better.

Wilson would never be the same, because of it…and it would cause him alot of pain. So they put him down.

They put him down, and ever since then I’d been heartbroken over it. I’d never seen such loyalty and strength in an animal. Even after being hit by a car, as soon as he was put on medications for the pain, he wanted so desprately to play ball with me and fetch with me still. He would cuddle up with me and try his best to show “I’ll be okay, just you see. This is nothing, I’ll be fine. Promise, and when I am, we can do all the fun stuff we used to okay?!”

god, i can’t help but cry.
Wilson I miss you :(