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I am a child named bryn and me and my dad make animations together, I animate and we both voice act and we both write the scripts. IT'S TONS OF FUN! And im also a 12 year old moron.
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Hi everyone, another sad post from me. One year ago, my dog (Jovi) was put to sleep, and I didn't talk about it then, because I was to sad, and I didn't know how to express my emotions.
I've known her since I was a baby, and she's loved me since she was a puppy, and I've loved her since I was a baby.
She was orginally my grandads dog, so she lived in Wales, so me and my family were only able to see her every 3-6 months, depending on the timing of the holiday and whether we were able to go up during the half term. But, she was still our favourite dog, and my best friend.
Going to Wales was one of my favourite things to do, as I got to see all of my family, and played with jovi. She was always there for me, even when I didn't pay very much attention to her when I was little, and I'm very grateful of her for that. Overtime, the bond between me and Jovi grew, and we repeated this process of going to Wales as normal for a long time, and while we still go now, it isn't the same.
After both my Nan and Grandad passed away in the space of 3 months, Jovi was still at the house, temporarily living with my aunty who lived a 2 minute walk away from my Grandad's house. As they were already looking after two dogs in a small house, I was able to convince everyone that it'd be best for us to keep her. And even though it was a very sad time in my life, the day she arrived at our house, and went bounding up the stairs was one of the happiest moments I've ever experienced, because she was still happy, and acting like a puppy.
By this time, she was already nine years old, and because she was a fairly big dog (a boxer) we knew that we would have to cherrish the short amount of time we had left with her. Unfortunately, a long time before moving to our house, a cancerous tuma began to develope on her shoulder, by the time she moved to our house, it was rather big, and dangerous. We went to the vet, and had it operated on, she had a very big scar on her should for a long time, and it even when it faded, it was still obviously there. In the two years that she lived with us she had, developed two other tumas, and in the time that she lived with us she had to have 5 operations, as two of them had gone wrong later down the line. Luckily, because she is so good hearted, she was absoloutely fine after just a couple of weeks.
By January 2013, her back legs began to grow very weak, they got so bad that, unless she saw them, or used them to walk, she didn't know they were there. This is around the time she stopped going for walks with us. I tried to remain very optistic about how long she had left, and tried to fool myself into thinking she was fine, and while I may have "fooled" everyone around me with how optimistic I was being, I knew there wasn't much time left. I spent a lot of time with her over the next two months, and it was lovely how she was still happy and seemingly her old self, even the mornign before the desicion was made. I'm glad I spent a lot of time with her during this time.
Our mum told us that she was going to be put to sleep on the 25th march, which was very hard for me because it was also the anniversary of Edd Gould's death. I attempted to bottle up my emotions, and looking back now, it was a stupid time to have tried to bottle up my emotions, it was also a futile attempt. I sat with her on my sister's bed for a good hour, just talking to her, and trying not to cry.
The next day we didn't have to go to school, and I spent the whole day with Jovi, just lying down with her talking to her. Before I went into the vet I felt as if I was going to throw up. I hugged her, let her give me a kiss, and I kissed her back. We watched her be injected with the first dose of anesthetic. We were asked to leave the room when the final dose was given. Looking at her lifeless body on the floor of the vet was one of the most horrifying days of my life. We all left crying, because we were never going to see her again.
Finally, we go our self another puppy, it was very hard to choose, because we knew none of them were going to be exact replicas of Jovi, it took us a long time. But, in honour of both Jovi, and Edd Gould, we named our new boxer puppy Edd.
R.I.P Jovi, you're the best dog I've ever known, and I love you.
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