nickngreg | Another drabble from me XD (Reply)

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Title: Drabbles: 2 of 20
Rating: G to PG-13
Warnings: Some minor angst. Uhh..I dunno. It made me cry today during school...based off a personal experience.
Summary: "I'm sorry Greg, I'm so sorry."
Word count: 1,144 (O_O Wow...that got out of hand)

Drabble title: Gomen Nasai (I'm Sorry.)

Owari

Sad brown eyes stared up into his equally sad eyes.

The cold backroom made him shiver, and the sound of a blanket being pulled over the hard concrete floor made him flinch.

A hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled him back to the large double doors, as sad brown eyes still bore into his and begged him to stay, to take him away from here…

His hands shook as he sat in an uncomfortable chair near the main entrance.

Moments later the door opened again, and his father walked out, coming over to the chair he sat in, tears streaming down his own face as he kneeled and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m sorry Greg, I’m so sorry…”

“Greg! Greg, wake up!” Someone shook his shoulder, rousing his from his sleep.

His opened his eyes and stared up into Nick’s tired and worried eyes, “You okay G?”

Greg shook his head and pulled the blanket closer to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I miss him.” He whispered.

Nick looked curiously at him, “Who?”

“Rover.”

“Rover?”

Greg sniffed slightly, “My dog.”

“You had a dog named Rover?”

He nodded against the pillow, “Yeah, my first dog. He was a six week old chocolate lab, got him on my fifth birthday. He was my best friend, ya’ know?”

Nick wrapped his arms around the younger man, urging him to continue.

“He wasn’t that old. He’d just turned nine that April. I don’t really know what happened, but on April 25^th, he started to get sick. At first it was small things, like not eating a lot, or not being able to hold it down. It wasn’t a big problem; we thought it would just pass. As the months went by though, he got sicker. He lost a lot of weight in two months, and stopped eating a lot by the third month. We spoon fed him then, hoping that it was just a phase he was going through. By the time mid-August came around, he couldn’t hold anything down, not even water. So, Papa Olaf took him to the vet, you know, just to see if maybe he was feeling the effects of some type of stomach virus. He was gone for hours and when he finally called…” he stopped, taking in a deep breath, and willing himself to continue.

“His liver had shut down, and he would have to live for the rest of his life on medications and other treatments, and even then, the vet’s couldn’t guarantee how much longer he would live…” Greg pulled the blanket even closer.

“So Mom and Dad took me to the animal shelter where they had transferred him to. When we got there, Papa Olaf was there waiting for us, and led us into this back room where all these metal cages were. The air was stiff and it felt really cold there. The lights were flickering slightly, giving it the look of a morgue. “

Nick ran a comforting hand through his hair.

“From there, we could get him to helicopter us to the nearest animal emergency hospital, or we could just put him out of his misery…”

“Oh Greg…”

He took a deep breath and continued, “It was all on me, after all, he was my dog. I could put him through hell for the rest of his life, or I could just end it early…in the end, I chose to end it. Seeing him so broken, I just couldn’t stand it…”

Nick felt tears wet his shirt, and he rubbed the other’s back.

“They asked me if I wanted to hold him when they injected him, told me that it would only be a few minutes, then his heartbeat would slow, and his breathing would cease. He would go peacefully, and not painfully. The even said that I made a wise choice in choosing this option, he wouldn’t suffer anymore.”

Greg clenched his eyes shut and tried to stop the tears, but they kept coming, “I was scared, I didn’t want to watch him when they ended his life, I couldn’t. So Mom took me to the front, where Dad was and Papa Olaf held him as they injected him.”

“I didn’t know G… “

“I soon realized that putting him down was a good choice, but the way he looked at me when I went back there. His tail was wagging when he saw me, and he actually got up when I came in. He hadn’t done that in weeks. His eyes even looked lively. I was so convinced he was healthy again.” Greg let out a loud sob, “When the doctor told me that he was hurting, and being happy was the only way to forget that, I knew that he wasn’t healthy.”

Greg clutched at Nick’s shirt, “On August 25^th at 1:43 Am, Rover had been euthanized with a high dose of pentobarbital. Shortly after, he was peacefully resting. To this day, I still get these memories where I’m playing with him one minute and the next minute he’s lying dead on a blanket covered floor.”

Nick hugged Greg, “I’m sorry Greg…I had no idea.”

“He was my best friend, like a brother almost. We went everywhere, and he always waited on me when I got home from school. I had even promised to take him to the beach with us. I was so angry at myself, they said that his liver failed because of all the arthritis medicine that we had to give him, but I was so convinced it was because of all the food that I’d give him…French fries, and those other fast foods…”

Greg looked up at Nick, “You think I’m weird don’t you, crying over a dog that had been put down nearly 18 years ago.”

Nick shook his head and leaned over the other, “I don’t. It’s heartbreaking actually, having to be there when your first pet had been put down. I could barely stand it when Cisco had to shoot one of the horses; I always thought it was cruel.”

“I thought I’d be over it by now. I mean, I’ve had other pets, but none of them filled the void like Rover did. It was like I could talk to him when I was picked on at school or when I had a bad day…”

“Where is he at now?”

Greg pointed to one of the boxes that sat in the room, “In there. We had him cremated. He would sit on the mantle, and I even took him to college with me when I moved into the dorms.”

Nick placed a kiss on Greg’s forehead, “Let’s go back to sleep, when we wake up, we’ll find the box and put it on the mantle.”

Greg smiled up a Nick, tears coming to his eyes, “Thank you Nicky…I’m sure Rover, and I would love that.”

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Okay, so...I realize that this one went kinda out of hand T_T

I will admit, that when I wrote this eariler today, it made me cry. So much I had to go to the bathroom at school and finish it.

Nothing makes me cry, unless I'm felling depressed. This though did.

The dates and ages are actually true. The dog breed and name aren't, but I just can't put Patches' name in there like that. Plus, I can't see Greg with a dalmation either, so choclate lab named Rover.

So, please ignore my reminising for a moment.

I actually started crying around the part where Greg says, "It was all on me, after all, he was my dog." is the part where all those memories came back.

The part about where he stood up, and looked so happy to see Greg was actually taken from the night that I went into the backroom and had to say my goodbyes.

It was just so wierd how his eyes lit up when I came in, like he knew it was time for him to go, and he knew that I would make that decision for him...

Since he was my dog, I had to decide if I wanted him to live, or if I wanted him to be put out of his misery...it was a really hard decision, but I guess I chose right after all =D

Another note: The part where it says: I was so angry at myself, they said that his liver failed because of all the arthritis medicine that we had to give him, but I was so convinced it was because of all the food that I’d give him…French fries, and those other fast.

Is actually how I felt days after that. He had really bad arthritis problems, and they said the Rimadyl is what cause his liver to fail, but it still gets to me because we fed him human food alot, and sometimes I think that that's the reason why it failed.

Okay, enough of my life story there...

Please comment, okay?

I'd really like to know if you guys like it, or if I'm just writing for no reason.