My dad just had to put his best friend down. 😭 Granted a few weeks ago I was mad as all at my parents. But when something happens I will be there.

But my dads dog (Drake) had his second seizure early this morning and at 10a Cornell University confirmed my dads best friend of 10 years had a brain bleed and there was nothing that could be done for him. Drake went blind 2 weeks ago and his first seizure was in September.

Drake was supposed to be my pet. I begged my parents for almost 2 years for my own dog. At 16 instead of a car my dad let me get a dog. Took me 5 months of looking and luck would have it that July of 2009 while at kmart with my nana there was a couple trying to give puppies away. As my Nan and I walked out of kmart they set off that damned blue.light for tgeir special. And i wanted to look at the puppies. I picked the one with the funny looking tail and ears that perked up. He had a face only a momma could love. I sent a picture to my dad and told him to meet hisnnew grand puppy.

The next morning when my dad got home from work he work me up at the butt crack of dawn to meet said puppy and he named him. Drake-Short for dracula because of his ears.

Now my dad is the person that hates animals doesn't want to take care of them doesn't want to play or buy anything.

A week after having Drake the little pup wiggled into my dads heart. And this puppy that was supposed to be mine picked my dad. They developed one hell of a bond. He was my dads emotional support for the unseen war scars my dad had from Iraq and Afghanastan.

Now my dad is heartbroken and idk what to do 😔. I went with them to have Drake put to sleep, and I took care of the check out process and was there for support while my dad held his dog for his last breath. We took Drake to be cremated and I helped them handle that. But these next few days Idk. Did i do enough? Can i do more?