Mac: My first dog was Sparky, but I don't rememeber him or have pictures, so Mac was the first. Mac was a very cool dog. He loved to play a lot, and was totally down with car rides. I loved taking him to the park, or even playing ball with him in the backyard. When ever my friend Britt would come over, we would tease him. See, if he had some sort of toy or chewy treat near him.... it was probably best to back off a little, especially if you were not a known person of the family. But, Brittany and I are, so, we could fuck with him and know our limits at the same time. ;) Even saying something like, "I'm gonna get it!" He would just go into this hardcore mean growl frenzy. (i.e.:*looking at him* Grrrr.."I'm gonna get it, Mac."..aaaaggrrrrrrrr. *snort* GRRRRR!!)Even though we loved to aggravate him, he was still a sweetheart.
The Bad news: At the age of 7 or 8, I had notice Mac had kinda lost the pep in the dog I had always known. I asked my parents, "Hey, did you guys notice that Mac seems very weak and sick lately?" They said yes, but they didn't really do anything. Mac had developed a virus that was eating at the walls of his pancreas. My stepdad, who would die for the dogs, was very upset. It got so bad we then took him to the emergency room. At first, when we got there, the self-righteous bastards that worked there wouldn't even fucking help us. Finally in a desperate act, I screamed at one of the nurses with tears in my eyes, "My fucking dog is dying in my arms can somebody please fucking help us." They then noticed the lifeless, but not dead, dog in my hands. We paid those people $2,000 just to keep him alive for two days. When we realized he was not going to get better, we paid $60 to put him to sleep. It was probabl one of the most heartbreaking things I had ever had to do...kinda makes me teary just thinkin' about it. :(
