Farwell Gus...
MiserableI quickly hopped the fence, not wanting to go around to the knowingly open gates and taking away from my precious time. I walked over the swingsets, bipassing the creaking red-painted set and reaching the light aqua pair. My fingers reached out to slip down the thick chain before grabbing hold and swing into the seat. For about five or seven minutes I sat there swinging, all the while filing what had happened that morning...
I woke up at Five Thirty Three to the Guitar Hero version of "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" blairing from the speakers of my Blackberry Storm (I swear that thing'll be dead by the end of the summer with how I treat my things), I settled into the song for a couple minutes until I decided it was time to get up. I dismiss my alarm before putting my mp3s on shuffle, letting the sound of Ozzy bless my ears as I began to get out of my Pajama pants and tank top before wrapping a ridiculously long skirt around below my chest and tied the strings. I quickly pulled it's partner shirt on. I opened up the window--rain had begun to drip from the sky in light pin prick droplets. I turned and grabbed my brush before heading to the bathroom, letting another song slip into place as I blew out my hair, went back to my room, slipping on black socks as well as my heeled knee-high boots.
I walked down the short hall, took a left and froze as I neared the doorway to the living room.
I had to resist the urge to scream and drew a loud gasp instead.
There was a dark liquid spread all over the floor; my dog, Lord Gustavo was right beside this puddle of liquid that began to seep into the cracks of the tiles of the floor and was smeared in some places in a thin layer of...I didn't even know what the hell it was. For all I knew, my fifteen year old keeshond could have thrown up a Hell's Load of blood and died right there in my livingroom/dining room. I slammed my hand onto the knob of the light dimmer and I turned it to the highest to see what the hell was all over the floor.
It turned out his bowels gave out...feces was everywhere in what looked like a horrible, black, tar-like puddle of liquid wastes. I quickly and quietly backtracked a retreat to my room and closed the door. I needed to wake someone up! I wanted to scream so the whole house woke up. I grabbed my bandanna, bit down on my lip, closed my doors so my cat was in my room, and slowly made my way to the bathroom, grasping the fire-engine red bucket and trudged to the kitchen. The sink was full. I looked at one side of the counter. The cutting board was left out for when I was going to prepare the food for the preschool graduation that was taking place later this morning. I took to the other side of the tiny sink and placed the bucket on top, pulling out the hose from it's stationary place and filling the bucket with water, all the same opening the sink cabinet and pulling out the floor cleaner and Ka-BOOM!, unscrewing the top with one hand and pouring about four tablespoons into the pail before replacing the cap and slipping the cleaner under the cupboard. I waited til it was about three quarters of the way full before turning off the water and attempting to turn on the light to see what the hell I was doing.
Mom woke up. I was trying to reach the light to the ceiling fan in the kitchen. I told her not to go into the living room as I turned on the light finally. I quickly took the bucket and made my way into the living room, careful not to step in the black liquid. Mom barely made it to where I was where I first saw the mess and her eyes went wide for a split second as I pulled my hair band out from it ponytail and wrapped my long skirt to the side, tying it back as I took note that the rain was starting to come down.
There was a significantly smaller puddle nearby the couch, about a foot away from it. I started on that and made quick work of it, Ka-BOOM!-ing it before wiping it away with the mop. I was busy cleaning while mom surveyed the area, "Oh my Gosh..." came from her repeatedly followed by slight groans of disgust. I rinsed the mop in the bucket before sopping up both sides of the mop. Not even close to picking up all of the mess before it was covered with the black stuff. She picked up one of the garbage bags containing old clothes and was probably grossed out that it was all over the bag and underneath it. She threw the bag out and we pushed the table back before cleaning up the mess. I was halway done when mom's phone alarm went off, pissing off my father as he cursed while I came into the room and dismissed the alarm. "Why don't you hush!?" I hissed quietly, "And come into the living room and see what happened!?"
Dad was cursing while I got back to work, cleaning up and emptying the bucket, and refilling it from what was about 2 or three times. Finally with that done, I went to go clean the gloves I had on while mom took out the cheese.
"Why didn't you prepare the cheese like you said you were going to do last night!?" Dad yelled.
I was pissed off! He was asking me!? Asking me WHY!? "You said to prepare it the morning before so that the cheese wouldn't dry out! Remember, 'you know a bit more about it than I do!"
"Don't give me an attitude problem!" He snapped back at me, walking over to me.
"I'm not giving you an attitude!"
"Yeah you are!" With that he went to his room down the hall.
I tried so hard not to cry for the entire morning. Trying not to break down as I was trying to focus on lathering my gloved hands with dish-soap and running them under hot water to disinfect them. I bit down on my lip as my face grew hot, my eyes beginning to get wet as I hid my lower face behind the bandanna tied around my face to stop the smell of shit from coming through my senses. I couldn't breathe. I squinted my eyes as tears fell down. Mom saw me and was I guess trying to make sure I didn't cry as air rushed into my lungs as my throat made a wheezy, shaky gasp, followed by another, then another; soon a shrill groan came from my mouth as I broke down crying, not able to stop. I stood there over the sink, rinsing my hands crying, not bothering to take note as I vaguely remember Mom telling me to wash my face as I threw out the gloves, nor do I sharply recall her yelling at Dad for making cry after everything was done. I ran to the bathroom to wash wash my face, followed by soaking my hair and tying it back, as the rain had ruined my work blow-drying it. I stayed in my room for the most part of the morning, as mom volunteered to prepare the cheese and cracker that I was to bring to school today for the preschool graduation. I was already logged on from turning on my laptop that morning and wanted to see if anyone was awake. Only Sammy was on, but she was probably on her phone logged in and asleep. I sat there, staring at the door leading to the living room as I heard bickering from my parents.
Finally the door opened, my back to my dad speaking. "Kara, look at me."
I stayed quiet.
"Look at me when I am talking to you."
"Please just go away."
"Quit it with the attitu--"
"I'm not giving you an attitude." I muttered, "I don't want to speak to you at the moment. Just please go."
"Whatever." With that he closed the door.
That morning was Hell on Earth for me. I couldn't take it.
I climbed on the monkey bars with quick ease and pretty soon I was sitting atop them. The music on my phone suddenly stopped playing Nickleback, making me confused as I took the phone out of my pocket. Nick was on the other line. I put the phone to my ear and began talking to him. Apparently I had accidentally called him. So I sat there on the monkey bars talking to him for a little while before telling him I was going to talk with him on MSN when I got home and said 'Later' before hanging up. I swung off the monkey bars while I was talking to him and now I swung from bar to bar on the other side back to the swings. I bipassed the two sets and hopped the fence out of the playground, walking across the parking lot and out of the park. I quickly backtracked across Merrick Rd once again before making my way down Arlyn W. walking slow to whatever song played their melodious tune, until a slow, painfully sorrowful song plague my ears, 'Cherish' slipped into my ears as the woman's Japanese lyrics slipped my mind back into tearful memories...
I came home from school later than my brother. I walked to the front of the house, images of my dad's anger flashing through from what I knew happened that day. I looked at the brown truck that signified Dad to be home while I noted the absence of Mom's Nissan. I opened the door and scanned the cleaned floor, the evidence wiped away from that morning. I could heard a shaky breath come from my brother as Dad's low murmurs broke the news. I slowly walked and looked to my left, noting my brother's bright red face and trying to consol him.
"The doctors put him down." It wasn't much of a question more than the answer.
Dad nodded, "Gus was put to sleep." he muttered as I heard a slam from what could only be Anthony hitting the wall from anger.
I couldn't feel anything. I didn't feel pain in my chest like when my boyfriend or best friends are crying; I didn't feel empty like I had lost something. I slowly walked over to the large arm chair across the living room, sat down and began to cry again.
I could barely recalled the long, repeating speech Dad gave, saying that Gus was a great dog and all that stuff. Eventually I walked into my room and holed myself up in there, changing into normal clothing and logging onto my computer. Telling everyone that my dog had been put down...crying once while talking to Nick.
After about an hour, I took a shower and continued chatting on MSN to get my mind off everything, then Dad opens the door. "Want to go to Friendly's?"
So we all went out to eat.
I began to hug myself as I slowly made my way home.
thanks for the watch!
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