Vegas- A young gentleman
My dog Vegas died tragically a little over two weeks ago. I watched as he got swept into a current and disappeared on what was supposed to be a fun summer outing.
See, I had been hit by a car while riding my bike earlier in the summer. Vegas was with me and was unharmed, but I had been severely injured. Most of the summer I had to beg friends to come take him on a quick stroll around the block, but he rarely got quality time outside because I couldn't walk.
As I healed, a friend suggested she could pick me up and we could take our dogs wherever I wanted for them to play. I was thrilled and decided on a creek that Vegas and I had fun swimming at before.
It had rained a lot over the weekend and the creek was swollen. I should have realized it was too strong but didn't. He swam and had a blast for about 45 minutes when he suddenly started swimming out farther then he had. I was proud to see him take the initiative without even throwing a stick.
I had assumed if he got into trouble I could jump out and get him, not thinking he would ever just disappear like he did. The water was muddy and I couldn't find him. His body was found a day and a half later. I am heartbroken.
Mr. Vegas man, v-ster, v-man, pants was only 4 and had survived a heart surgery, a pit bull attack, and getting hit by a car, and was only a 15 pound Boston terrier.
The guilt is overwhelming, I can barely sleep or eat or think. I know Vegas would be licking the tears off my face. I feel like I let him down.
I hope one day to not feel so wrecked and to appreciate the time I had with this adorable (cutest ever), sweet, and loving dog.