I've already mentioned the fact that Timmy's parents didn't like me. Well, his mother really didn't like me after a tragic incident! It was a Saturday, and Timmy and I were in his bedroom studying. He was still a senior in high school, and we had Algebra class together The add-ons to his parents' house was constructed so the laundry room was on the other side of his bedroom, and in the laundry room was the back door, which lead to the back yard.
Well, they had a Dachshund, named Duke. There are more photos of that dog than there are of anything else. That dog was their baby. He was spoiled rotten. On this particular day, as Timmy and I worked on our homework, Duke came running through the bedroom, to the back door. Since I was closest to the door, I asked Timmy, "Do you want me to let him out?" He said, "Yes". They had a fenced in back yard, so we thought nothing of letting Duke outside. After all, that's where he spent a lot of his time. It wasn't five minutes later, when we heard tires squeal in the street in front of their house. Timmy's parents were working on a project in the back yard. They needed to leave the gate open, so they could go in and out and into the garage. We didn't know this. We didn't know not to open the gate! Duke had been hit by a car. He was still alive, but hurt badly. Timmy carried him inside, while his mother called the veterinarian's office. Although it was a Saturday, she agreed to meet us and Duke, at her office. The entire time, his mother was cursing and yelling. I remember her asking, "Who let the G-d Damn dog out?" I could only reply, "I did ". When we got to the vet's office, Timmy laid Duke on the table, turned, and began cry. He loved that dog, too. He also felt responsible for letting Duke outside. Later that day, Duke died. You'd have though Kay's own mother had passed away! However, I later felt their pain.
I know how it feels to lose a pet. Since then I had a cat (I'm a HUGE cat lover!). Her name was "Sylvia". We got her when she was a kitten, she was indoor only. She died of throat cancer, when she was seventeen. Just like with Duke, it was one of the saddest days of my life. Since we lived in the country, we were allowed to take her body home from the vet, and bury her. We knew her time was almost up, so we had a wooden box all ready. It was engraved with her name. Timmy had dug a deep, large hole ahead of time. Because she always laid on my pillow, wrapped around my head, I laid that pillow inside of the box, and then laid Sylvia's lifeless body onto to the pillow. I even kissed her, just before Timmy nailed on that wooden box top. We made a grave with a Small picket fence, and white rock covering the ground where she lay. We even had a headstone, engraved with her name and dates, and her picture. I know people thought we were crazy, but she was part of our family, just as Duke was part of their family....and I'm the one who is actually responsible for his demise.
Above is a photo of my "Sylvie Girl". She was already getting ill .
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