I Have a Dog
Wyatt is a medium sized dog. He is a black and white mixed breed. I adopted him from a shelter when he was a puppy. Groomers and vets have told me they suspect he is part schnauzer and part terrier. He loves to eat any kind of food that comes from a noisy bag. You can even put regular dog food in a rattly bag and he thinks it is a treat. He is housebroken. He can sit, lay down, and roll over. About four years ago, when Wyatt was just 3 years old, I was at a the lowest point I had ever been in my life. After much anguish and heartache, I had decided to take my own life.
My morning started out just like all my other mornings had been starting out. Bleak. I took Wyatt to the vet to get him squared away with vaccinations and stuff so that no one would have to worry about that and so that he would be ok without me for a while. I came home and played with him a little, we took a nap, and when we woke up, I began to write goodbye letters to family and friends. I was also to go eat with a friend that evening. I planned to go eat, and then come home and overdose on all the medication that I had accumulated. But Wyatt had other plans for me. As I was finishing up the last letter, one to my parents, Wyatt began to breathe funny. He jumped up from his bed and started walking around, looking for his water bowl, and struggling to breathe. I went and sat down on the floor next to him and noticed that his head had begun to swell. It was more than 3 times its normal size. I called the vet who was open late only one night during the week. Luckily for me it was that night. He told me that Wyatt was probably having an allergic reaction to a part of his vaccine and that I should bring him in right away. A friend rushed us to the vet as large red welts began to develop on Wyatt's tummy. We got there just in time. They had to shave Wyatt's legs and start an IV. It had been an allergic reaction to part of his vaccine. I loved Wyatt so much and he was the only thing I felt I had at that time and so I was so grateful that they had saved his life. The vet told me Wyatt was lucky to have such a concerned mom. That made me realize that even though I was at the end of my rope, I still had Wyatt, and he still needed me. I struggled with depression for a few more months before my life began to turn around. But I owe my life to Wyatt and I have spent every day since that night trying to show him how special he is to me.
My morning started out just like all my other mornings had been starting out. Bleak. I took Wyatt to the vet to get him squared away with vaccinations and stuff so that no one would have to worry about that and so that he would be ok without me for a while. I came home and played with him a little, we took a nap, and when we woke up, I began to write goodbye letters to family and friends. I was also to go eat with a friend that evening. I planned to go eat, and then come home and overdose on all the medication that I had accumulated. But Wyatt had other plans for me. As I was finishing up the last letter, one to my parents, Wyatt began to breathe funny. He jumped up from his bed and started walking around, looking for his water bowl, and struggling to breathe. I went and sat down on the floor next to him and noticed that his head had begun to swell. It was more than 3 times its normal size. I called the vet who was open late only one night during the week. Luckily for me it was that night. He told me that Wyatt was probably having an allergic reaction to a part of his vaccine and that I should bring him in right away. A friend rushed us to the vet as large red welts began to develop on Wyatt's tummy. We got there just in time. They had to shave Wyatt's legs and start an IV. It had been an allergic reaction to part of his vaccine. I loved Wyatt so much and he was the only thing I felt I had at that time and so I was so grateful that they had saved his life. The vet told me Wyatt was lucky to have such a concerned mom. That made me realize that even though I was at the end of my rope, I still had Wyatt, and he still needed me. I struggled with depression for a few more months before my life began to turn around. But I owe my life to Wyatt and I have spent every day since that night trying to show him how special he is to me.
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TexasGirlieGirl
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26-30
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