I am not the type of guy who likes to express my emotions when it comes to sadness. However, I am hoping that writing this will help provide some relief as I sit here in pain. Today I had that moment that everybody fears. The phone call from your dad while you are at work. It is rarely a good sign, especially under the current circumstances.
To provide a bit of a back story, Copper was diagnosed with cancer in early January. Over the past few months it has been a struggle getting him to eat. I can’t imagine how hard it was on my mom seeing it every day. I really do ask that you keep her in your thoughts and prayers. This morning all of the kids got a text from mom saying they were taking Copper to the vet because he fell down the stairs. I was nervous, but to be honest I wasn’t very worried. Then about 2 hours later I got a call from dad and I fell apart before answering. I knew something was wrong, and I didn’t want to answer. It can’t be bad if I never hear about it.
Dad tried his hardest to explain the situation as we both spent all our energy trying to hold it together on the phone. We failed. Copper had been fighting so hard for 3 months, and it had finally hit that point. This morning they had to put Copper to sleep. Eight years wasn’t enough. I don’t think I have ever felt so broken and sad in my life. I hung up and headed to the bathroom and by the grace of God nobody was in there to see me. I went into a stall and wept like a child for probably 15 minutes.
I am not trying to turn this into something about me, but situations like this are why I have always been skeptical of relationships. I don’t fear the relationship itself. I fear this pain and sadness. The toll it takes on me investing myself in someone not knowing if they will invest the same. Giving so much of myself to someone only to have it taken away.
So now I try my best to keep people at arms length. By no means am I saying I should live like that, but I feel like I should be open about myself during this time. I try to put on a mask that I am strong and cold, but in reality I am driven by emotions and weak. I hide behind humor because I don’t want people to see who I am. Scared that I will be viewed differently or taken advantage of.
As I type this I am having one of those good cries. The ones where snot is everywhere, you make weird noises, and you can barely see. The crying that will ruin the shirt and pants you are wearing. Copper really gave his all for us, and never expected anything in return. I wish I could have been there for him to help ease his pain. Sure he was just a dog, but he was so much more than that to me and my family. He was my brother. I don’t know of anybody who was ever as happy to see me as him. Even towards the end he would try his best to act like everything was ok. I feel so bad thinking that he was the one trying to lift my spirits. How selfish of me, but how selfless of him. Him knowing and feeling so much pain, but putting this aside because I might be having a bad day. You the real MVP.
I will really miss him, and I do not look forward to the first time I go to my parents without him there. I don’t want to see an empty front door. I want to worry about him stealing my napkin from the dinner table. I want my pants to have dog hair all over them. I want to walk inside wearing clean clothes only to have them destroyed by slobber. It feels dumb asking for your prayers since I don’t like asking for help. But please keep me in your thoughts, along with the rest of my family. Sure Copper was a hassle sometimes, but that was only because he was still a child at heart.
It is going to take me awhile to get back to normal from this. I am devastated. I love you Copper and I thank you for 8 great years. You will be missed.