I didn't volunteer yesterday. Something else happened. . .
My wolf/husky mix, Crystal, got put down yesterday. She had bronchitis and her heart was very weak. My mom told me she would go to the vet after dinner. I was so sad because my mom said that I couldn't go. I brought my camera to film her talking (she used to talk to us. . . she always had something to say). I was carpooling with my friends, the Hymans. As usual, Simone was going nuts, but Crystal was nowhere in sight. When Morgan asked, Mom simply said, "She's gone." Morgan started crying, then I started crying, then Noah (my grade) and Josh (3rd grade), our carpools, came in to see if we were all right. . . as if I wasn't embarrassed enough. Their Dad quickly shooed them away and he apologized for our loss and left. . . I know it sounds rude, but he wanted to give us some time.
I never got to say goodbye. I had counted on the fact that she was going after dinner, so I could spend more time with her. I didn't get the email from my mom that said that Dr. Joe, our preferred veterinarian, could see her at 4:30 pm.
This one's for you, Crystal. I'll never forget you. I love you, and here's the goodbye that I never got to give you.
Madi Moser
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