So updates.
Apparently you actually have to pay to move out of the dorms at OSU.
Sucks bro.
But luckily enough, I'm now in a single, and no longer afraid for my life.
I am however afraid for the life of my dog.
Harley.
Harley and I in my senior picture
I've had him for 7 years, ever since he was a puppy. For awhile he was really fat, which is probably what caused his current condition. He has diabetes. Pretty severe too, his body has been eating itself for the past several weeks, and we had no idea. We thought it was from the steroids we had to give him for his skin’s reaction to fleas. We thought he'd get over it eventually. And now, because of our stupid assumptions, we're going to have to put him down.
I'm like bawling my eyes out while I'm writing this, which is making it even harder to write.
I got him spring quarter of my 8th grade year. The first time I ever saw him was during practice at track. My parents had gotten him for me for getting honor roll or doing well in track, I can't remember. Anyway it was a complete surprise, and I absolutely loved him. He was so tiny. I named him Harley, after the motorcycle, so he'd be a bad ass, because my last couple of dogs had been wimps. However he turned out to be the total opposite of his name. He ended up being the most neurotic scare-dy cat ever. Kind of like Courage the Cowardly Dog. Minus the saving me from aliens part. :]
Me and Harley in matching emo clothes (his hoodie had a skull and cross bones on the back!).
He then went from a neurotic wuss, to a neurotic alpha-dog. When I bought Tanner the summer before my freshman year at college. My mother called him Colonel Fussbudget. He was such a dork!
And now we’re going to have to put him down. In less than a year from when we had to put our other dog, Gigi, because of cancer.
It’s hard when a dog dies, but it’s so much harder to actually have to plan for it. I’ve been crying off and on since I found out on Saturday. I can’t even begin to think about how horrible it’ll be with out him, since I’ve had him so long.
