Peanut Batteries: A Short Story

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“Jillian, I think it’s time. We have given him the best possible life, but we can’t make him suffer anymore.” My moms words cut me like a knife. I instantly fell to the ground, sobbing. I cannot lose my best friend. I just cannot. I do not know what I would do without him. He has been here for me for 10 years, my listening ear, my snuggle buddy, my shotgun rider. What was I going to do without him? Rewind back to May 2016. Toby, my chocolate lab, has begun having seizures. These seizures are the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life. The seizures begin with an indescribable sound. A sound that instantly makes your heart stop and makes you want to look, but you know you really cannot look because it is going to absolutely crush you. After …show more content…

Peanut butter sandwiches were a special treat he received for his birthday. Considering he was not going to have another birthday, I gave him his sandwich a little bit early. I wore a bracelet that matched his collar, so on the inside of his collar I wrote him a little note. We snuggled all that night and most of the following day until my mom got home and it was time. She took him on one last long walk around the neighborhood before loading him in the car. Seconds felt like minutes, and the minutes felt like hours as we drove in complete silence to the vet. Toby considered the car ride a normal ride and sat in the back with his head out the window, one of his favorite things to do. The inside of my lip was raw from biting at it, but I was trying everything I could to not cry. We arrived at the vet and were greeted by the friendly staff we had gotten to know very well over the past year. I gave my Bubba one last hug and buried my face in his fur. I am going to miss you so much, Bubba. I hope they have all the peanut butter sandwiches, tennis balls, and cuddles in dog heaven. Even though this decision was so hard, I knew it was best for him and he would not be suffering anymore. My mom and I held his paws all the way until the end. His leg went limp and slipped off the table. My best friend is gone. What am I supposed to do now? How am I supposed to go home without him? The house will never be the same. I do not think I have ever cried so hard, but my heart was ripped from my chest. I did not feel anything but

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