R.I.P. in peace 'George Thorogood The Destroyer' aka 'Thor'
i'd like to begin by apologizing for not updating on my previous post earlier. it was a fucked up couple days.
so, i took the advice from the other post and immediately called a vet. i told them that i thought my dog may have ate MY FRIEND'S lsd, out of his backpack, and that he was now hiding under the deck. they told me that i could either bring him in, or they would make a house call for a fuck ton of money. i told them i would try to bring him in. i couldn't afford what they would want for the house call (not that i could afford the regular visit either...)
i tried and tried to coax Thor out but he wasn't moving. at all. i freaked out and called a buddy who came over with his skillsaw. we buzzed a hole in the deck and pulled Thor out. totally unconscious. i've "passed out" on a heavy dose before so i was still hoping for the best. figured maybe he was just tripping HARD.
we got Thor into my buddies van and fucking ripped to the vet's. his breathing was super shallow but it was there. got him inside and they had him strapped down and were checking his vitals almost immediately. they rushed him into a back room and told me they would update me ASAP. me and my buddy went outside and had a smoke. by the time we got back inside he was gone. brain aneurysm.
i was pissed. and scared. all the time's i had done heavy doses of lsd. what if I had a brain aneurysm? not really proud of how i behaved afterwards. i have to go back and make a sincere apology to everyone working that day. screaming, yelling, a blur of paperwork and cursing. i just wanted my fucking dog and to leave.
i spent the rest of the night wondering how i'd gotten so lucky and never had an issue with my lsd and any sort of shit like this. i swore off drugs forever. nearly burned my accounts. it was a shit night. my roommate finally got home from work just after midnight. i blurted out what happened, and what a piece of shit i was, and how Thor was wrapped in a blanket in the deep freeze.
he didn't say a word. just walked to the fridge and pulled an envelope out of a textbook. my envelope. my pack.
turns out GT the D was just old. he crawled under the deck to die like most animals do when they know it's their time. i was done for the night. sleep time. that night i had a crazy fucked up dream about Thor, and myself. i was a viking, raiding villages, and he was back at my side.
when i woke up the next morning i had this plan already formulated in my head. called my same buddy with the skillsaw. went over to his house and got started. we used some old scraps of lumber he had kicking around and built a small raft. called up a couple more friends and invited them to come out to help put him to rest.
the five of us took 2 hits each and drove out to Thor's favorite lake. we waited until the sun was down and we were nearly peaking and then put him, still wrapped in the blanket, and about $100 worth of our holiday fireworks on the raft. we all said a little piece and then lit it up. none of us had really thought it out quite properly though. the fireworks all ended up going off within 30 secs of each other. just an insane mess of noise and light about 50 feet out. once it worked itself out it just left a gnarly flaming pile of lumber, slowly floating out of our lives forever.
we spent the rest of the night sitting around the campfire. singing, laughing and telling our favorite stories about him. i think it's exactly what Thor would have wanted. i want to thank you all greatly for all of your advice and kind words. you did good this time, dnm.
I'm just saying some kids are going to be playing on the river when a dead half burned dog floats up to them.