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23 Mar 12 at 10 am

naominevergivesup:

This is my dog, Hercules. 13 years old, boxer, and one of a kind, right?

He died this morning. 

This morning my dog, my best friend, died. He was feisty right from the start. The first day we got him 13 years ago he stole half my lunch when I wasn’t looking. He was a sneaky little bugger and I fell in love with him right away. Throughout the years Hercules and I got along swimmingly. When I couldn’t finish my vegetables at dinner time he was always there to help me out. I’d never met a dog that liked broccoli as much as him before. He ate a frozen squirrel once too. What a silly dog.

Around 4 years ago he saved my Dad from two Rotweilers who had gotten loose in our neighborhood. He saved my fathers life. I owe that dog everything. 

He started seizing last night. I’d never seen such a scary sight. There was my dog laying on the ground convulsing, foaming at the mouth and I couldn’t do anything for him. All I could do was collapse on the floor and scream his name, begging him not to die. Eventually he got up, but his hind legs weren’t working the way they should have been. He could barely walk, and when he managed it he would collapse every few seconds. My dog. My poor, poor dog, and I couldn’t help him. 

This morning my mother took him to the vet. The vet told her that Hercules had a tumor on his brain and the humane thing to do would be to put him down. My parents agreed and my best friend was gone, just like that. It didn’t even take 10 seconds and 13 years of friendship was gone. 

This isn’t a picture of some hipster girl, just my best friend, my dog, and my companion. 

I miss him more than anything in this world. I didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye before he was ripped from my life. 

I love you boy. Wherever you are, behave, and try not to eat anymore squirrels, okay?

Not a martial arts post, but my dog died and I just feel better having this here. 

tags: dogs  love  loss  i  miss  him  hercules  boxer  photography  dead 
naominevergivesup:

This is my dog, Hercules. 13 years old, boxer, and one of a kind, right?
He died this morning. 
This morning my dog, my best friend, died. He was feisty right from the start. The first day we got him 13 years ago he stole half my lunch when I wasn’t looking. He was a sneaky little bugger and I fell in love with him right away. Throughout the years Hercules and I got along swimmingly. When I couldn’t finish my vegetables at dinner time he was always there to help me out. I’d never met a dog that liked broccoli as much as him before. He ate a frozen squirrel once too. What a silly dog.
Around 4 years ago he saved my Dad from two Rotweilers who had gotten loose in our neighborhood. He saved my fathers life. I owe that dog everything. 
He started seizing last night. I’d never seen such a scary sight. There was my dog laying on the ground convulsing, foaming at the mouth and I couldn’t do anything for him. All I could do was collapse on the floor and scream his name, begging him not to die. Eventually he got up, but his hind legs weren’t working the way they should have been. He could barely walk, and when he managed it he would collapse every few seconds. My dog. My poor, poor dog, and I couldn’t help him. 
This morning my mother took him to the vet. The vet told her that Hercules had a tumor on his brain and the humane thing to do would be to put him down. My parents agreed and my best friend was gone, just like that. It didn’t even take 10 seconds and 13 years of friendship was gone. 
This isn’t a picture of some hipster girl, just my best friend, my dog, and my companion. 
I miss him more than anything in this world. I didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye before he was ripped from my life. 
I love you boy. Wherever you are, behave, and try not to eat anymore squirrels, okay?

Not a martial arts post, but my dog died and I just feel better having this here.