>>3590953it sucks 4 me because dead dogs were a recurring motif in my relationship with my dad.
My childhood dog Kane was a rescue that my dad got from his filipino wife's cocaine dealer. He was super well trained by drug dealer standards. Almost got shot by police on 2 different instances. Loved playing fetch. Then one day on my dad's weekend I threw a stick.
It hit the pavement, snapped, and turned to face Kano right as was barreling towards it. Ended up getting impaled deep in the back of his throat. It's such a weird thing to see a dog's full momentum get stopped by a stick.
It was just freak accident where it just PERFECTLY broke into the corner of the pavement and had nowhere to go but Kano's guts.
He ended up dying 6 months later. Had multiple surgeries to remove splinters that were lodged into there and causing infections. Had a giant infected second head on his neck. They stuck a straw in the second head so it could leak goo on me in the back seat on car rides. Eventually he started having seizures probably from the infection spreading to his brain. The last time I saw him alive he was being carried to my mom's car on a plywood stretcher. That was the first time I told my dad I was going to kill him.
