Iggy Part 2

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Iggy Part 2

“Desiree? Open the door Desiree. Please, we need your permission. She’s going to suffer if we don’t put her down. Open the door sweetie”, my mom said while knocking on my door. I ignored her comments; I rolled over on my back and stared at the ceiling. I thought to myself, “What did I do wrong; what did I do to make God angry enough to sicken my precious Iggy”, A sigh escapes my mouth. “Iggy can’t possibly survive this disease -- should I have her put down? No, even if I don’t put her down, she’s still going to die, I thought. I want her last moments to be with me. I can’t let her suffer though, because that would be selfish of me.” As I continued to argue with myself about what I should do, I started to doze off. The last thought I remembered in my head before I fell asleep was, “I’m always selfish”. *** “Iggy?”, I whispered quietly. A little bark came from behind our old oak tree. I walked around the tree and looked down at her trying to suppress my tears as I saw her in agonizing pain. “It’s feeding time sweetie”. She looked up at me scared. “Come on Iggy you have to eat something”, I said while I kneeled down beside her and cautiously placed the bottle full of warm milk in her mouth. I fed her the bottle until she finished. Right after she finished she threw-up her meal. I remember a tear rolling down my face after I saw that. I went back inside my house and stood beside my mother. “I don’t think she’s going to last another night sweetie”, my mom said to me with a worried look. “I don’t think she is either Mom”, I replied while looking at the floor feeling ashamed of letting her suffer. “No sense in putting her down now though.” My mom rushed to me and hugged me tightly. She knew that I was sad inside. “It’ll be okay honey; she’s going to live a better life in dog heaven”. I pushed her away and ran into the backyard to see Iggy for one last time. *** “Iggy, my precious, beautiful Iggy”, I said while stroking her hair over and over again, “I know you’re in pain, and I’m sorry I couldn’t find the guts to put you down, but now your time has come. Let go of the pain Iggy, you are free now, be free. I will always love you, until we meet again, goodbye my precious Iggy. Iggy looked up at me with her puppy eyes and I could tell she was saying goodbye back at me. Iggy let out her last breath, then she was gone.

Last Time...

Thoughts go through my mind rapidly -- Iggy’s dying? She can’t die; she’s too young and she is such a good dog. Good dogs aren’t suppose to die young. She’ll be okay, no she won’t, will she live? NO! SHE CAN’T DIE -- SHE WON’T DIE! Will she? Can she? Then out of all my thoughts one clearly stands out, “Iggy is going to die”.