2013-05-13, 08:55 PM
Today started out fantastic.
I did my final speech of high school today, and I did it dressed up in a superman t-shirt, superhero underwear over my pants, and a giant red sheet used as a cape.
The speech was an instructional one teaching my listeners how to become amazing superheros, and it was basically filled to the brim with racy jokes and sarcasm.
I went a shocking 5 minutes over the recommended time, but I still aced it even with the points knocked off. The entire class was really into it and I was having a blast up there.
It's also my last week of high school (is a senior) so I'm pretty excited.
But then... something hit me.
First, some backstory. For my entire life I have lived with a variety of big dogs. From Yellow Labs to Huskies. But about 10 years ago we got this golden retriever named Rocco. From the minute we got him me and him were basically best bros. Everyone in the house considers him to be my dog, and he's served as my actual therapy dog for... about 10 years helping me with my Asperger's syndrome and dealing with family drama. He's been an absolutely fantastic dog.
It never hit me... until today. I was grilling some food for myself before a work-session, and Rocco just slowly approached me and laid down at my feet. His nose was completely dry, and his breathing sounded really hoarse. I quickly fetched him a small tupperware of water and a slice of bread. I just sat down next to him and slowly fed him the bread and let him drink his water. It really sunk in during those few minutes. He's one old dog now... and it's nearing his time. If he doesn't improve, we'll most likely be putting him down soon. Everyone in the house is a giant wreck right now because of this, and it's making it impossible for me to work.
So yeah, today was... pretty hit and miss to say the least.
I did my final speech of high school today, and I did it dressed up in a superman t-shirt, superhero underwear over my pants, and a giant red sheet used as a cape.
The speech was an instructional one teaching my listeners how to become amazing superheros, and it was basically filled to the brim with racy jokes and sarcasm.
I went a shocking 5 minutes over the recommended time, but I still aced it even with the points knocked off. The entire class was really into it and I was having a blast up there.
It's also my last week of high school (is a senior) so I'm pretty excited.
But then... something hit me.
First, some backstory. For my entire life I have lived with a variety of big dogs. From Yellow Labs to Huskies. But about 10 years ago we got this golden retriever named Rocco. From the minute we got him me and him were basically best bros. Everyone in the house considers him to be my dog, and he's served as my actual therapy dog for... about 10 years helping me with my Asperger's syndrome and dealing with family drama. He's been an absolutely fantastic dog.
Warning: one giant-ass picture
Now, sometime this last weekend my parents were discussing how Rocco has gotten a lot weaker recently. He hasn't be eating much, drinking much, and he's been having trouble breathing. I basically dismissed it, and tried to ignore it as much as possible. ![[Image: 4HsCFHX.jpg]](http://i.imgur.com/4HsCFHX.jpg)
It never hit me... until today. I was grilling some food for myself before a work-session, and Rocco just slowly approached me and laid down at my feet. His nose was completely dry, and his breathing sounded really hoarse. I quickly fetched him a small tupperware of water and a slice of bread. I just sat down next to him and slowly fed him the bread and let him drink his water. It really sunk in during those few minutes. He's one old dog now... and it's nearing his time. If he doesn't improve, we'll most likely be putting him down soon. Everyone in the house is a giant wreck right now because of this, and it's making it impossible for me to work.
So yeah, today was... pretty hit and miss to say the least.