My Mom's dog just died, she's been in the family for roughly 7 years now. She called me over saying she was dying, and I didn't believe her at first because my Mom is chronically hysterical and there seems to be new drama every day with her, but I came over anyway and Chia (the dog) was in real bad shape. My Mom had already called a vet and had scheduled to bring her in, and I agreed to take her. I step out of the house for just a few minutes, and my Mom calls me back urgently, Chia's just suddenly gotten worse. I hurry over, and I place my hand on her, and I think I felt her last few heartbeats before passing. It happened so fast, for seemingly no reason, I was so shocked. Just fuck, I'm sorry Chia, I wish there was something I could've done. I don't even know what happened, she was fine yesterday. I'm just sorry.
My Mom has a delusion that some pesticide sprayers poisoned her, but honestly anything could've happened. I just don't know...
The worst thing is that my Mom is cruelly pragmatic, and immediately thought of just throwing her into a dumpster. She just can't fathom why she should have any respect for the dead, if it's just going to be an additional burden and cost. And she suggested it while crying for the dog, just goddamnit Mom. I'm hoping we'll be able to bury her or something, that's the least we can do for Chia.