*For the record, there is no way possible that these events are true. There may be some real facts, but believe me... Everything is, for the lack of a better word, fictional.*
We left Lancaster, Pennsylvania when I was 6 and my family that consisted of myself, a younger sister, a cool Father and a sweet Mother moved into a larger house all the way across the one end of the coast to basically a quarter of the way in from the next coast. My Father transferred jobs. He's a correctional officer. But upon his transfer, he was given a promotion. My Mother was satisfied with cooking and cleaning and taking care of my sister and I. And as for my sister... I'm still amazed how smart the little brat is. She was already enrolled in Kindergarten as soon as we were moved in and celebrated her fourth birthday.
Thadius, Berk and Achilles came too. Thadius and Berk have to be, by far, the best pets ever. Both iguanas. Except, Thadius is a bit of an Albino. Berk is a little on the bigger side, but we had Berk longer. Now, Achilles... I loved that black lab to death, but we had him put down because he didn't know how to back down. I still have a little vial of his blood from when he went into eternal slumber mode. He got into a scrap with the neighbor's dog when I was 13, who was also named Achilles. My Achilles had his jugular torn out. I tried to stop it myself, ended up getting my shirt torn.
With the blood everywhere on my patio, on my clothes, Amrick and Nicole's Achilles stamped his feet triumphantly. Finally, I had a shot to tackle the neighbor dog. With duct tape handy, I restrained the rottie. After yelling and barking and growling for 10 minutes, Amrick and Nicole finally came out to see what all the commotion was about.
"I don't believe that my precious baby would do such a thing! You probably did it yourself!" Nicole was in tears for her precious Lovable-Snuggle-Wuffy Poochie.
Amrick stormed back into his own yard, just because my Mother wasn't around. Typical how stuck up rich people point out how greater their loss is while My dog was near dead. My best friend who didn't need to judge me, gone. As soon as my parents got home, we rushed my Achilles into the vet as soon as we could. Saturday afternoon, not so busy in the office. As soon as he got in, it was straight to the needles.
Achilles head never left my lap. As terrified as he was that this was happening, I felt that he knew that I was there, just for him, to make sure he would be alright. On Achilles last breath, he sunk into my arms for a moment for protection, and then his body went limp. I'd never cried that hard in my life since. I didn't talk to anyone for a good 6 months.
Didn't talk to my parents. I didn't acknowledge my friends. I didn't say a word in school. I just sat down and did whatever I needed to. The only person I even said more than two words to was my little sister. But the age difference of 2 years was a bit of a big deal. She told me to try what she did... If something bothered her, she would write it down. But I didn't want to write... I just needed to sleep it off...
