pet hotels

justagirlcalledbob  asked:

You seem down so, I thought I'd maybe tell you the story of my late Jack Russell Terrier named Toby. Toby, came home with my dad on a business trip from North Carolina. He'd been adopted thrice and returned thrice, and at the time, we had a plucky Jack Russell / rat terrier mix named Trixie, who was a special dog with her own story, but my dad had been browsing online in the petfinder or such service and seen Toby. He went to the shelter, where he and Toby clicked immediately, and the shelter-

-That since Toby was somewhat of a special case, that they would let my dad adopt him. My dad immediately switched to a pet friendly hotel, and Toby hung out in a dog daycare while my dad worked during the day.

Eventually dad flew home and brought Toby, and I can remember it like yesterday when Dad brought Toby into the house on a leash. Toby was either only five or six months old, or one year old, and it showed, he was so, so happy to meet me, my mom, my brother, and Trixie!

Toby was a long legged dog, he came almost up to my dad’s knee but not quite, and he was mostly white with splotches of soft tan brown all over. He had his issues, over the years, he was overprotective of us, he would be super territorial, and occasionally he and Trixie would get in a scrap, but we all loved him, even Trixie, who sadly got more seriously ill one year, her health declining rapidly. I stayed home to take care of her, bringing her her food and water, making sure the old girl was warm, happy, and comfortable, even as we fought so hard to save her, going to specialists and getting tests done.

Toby got more anxious and worried about his big sister, he would occasionally go up to her couch and sniff at her, then look up at us and whine. He was a sensitive, if sometimes neurotic boy. We soon decided to not let Trixie suffer, and brought to our vet, where she went quietly in my mom’s arms. We donated her body, so they could find out what had caused her to become so sick, and make sure it didn’t happen to any more dogs. Toby knew, when we arrived back home without Trixie, my mom and I sobbing, and he jumped up and whined and pressed his body to ours. Our family, my dad especially, were his whole world, and no matter what other dogs would come to live in our home, Toby lived with us from 2001 to September 21, 2016, where the sweet fifteen year old boy went quietly, my dad holding on and looking him in the eyes, telling Toby that it was all gonna be okay. And thats Toby’s story.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.