My very best "Buddy" by Michelle Shepherd

My very best "Buddy"

by Michelle Shepherd

My dog "Buddy" was a 7 month old Rottwieler. Very Large..Was awesome with my baby. He would never harm a hair on anyones body.But had a bad reputation. My town was stricked about big dogs like that in an apartment. But I found a place. The night I moved in, I left him alone in my old house so I could prepare the apartment. I went over the next day and found him outside since I left the back door open. He wouldnt move much but somehow I got him into my car. I called the vet. He said he might have growing pains cause he was very large. After being in my apartment after a while he started vomiting. I had to carry him outside. He had blood in his vomit. I called vet again.. He said to wait it out overnight. Cause I couldnt afford the emergency care. Hours passed, I was holding him all night. With blood and vomit all over me he stopped breathing. I did CPR on him. he came back but stopped again. I was hastarical. I woke up ALL my neighbors. Continuied CPR nothing he died in my arms. The next day I returned to my old house to finish cleaning and turn in the keys. I found pieces of a pop can I left on the table. All eaten up. I couldnt find it all. The vet detemined he ate the can and it tore up his insides. But there was nothing they could do to save him. But I feel guilty cause I caused it. I left the pop can there. He's dead cause of me.

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