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Here is my entry for the Challenge of the month!
It's a drawing of me and my dog, Roland, in my artstyle.
This moment isn't that long ago, when my father and my brother drove with him to the "dog dentist". When they came back, my little boy was still sleeping, not moving an inch except for his breathing. After a while, we started to wonder why he still was not awake, but be thought that we should better let him rest. After a even longer while, I noticed that he wasn't breathing right. Sometimes he wasn't even breathing, maybe all 10 seconds, which isn't really normal. I began to panic and sat next to him, one hand on his breast so I can feel if his heart is still beating when he isn't breathing. I tried to talk to him, hoped for a sign but he only waved really really weak with his tailtip. The moment came when I bursted out with tears, afraid that he will die because of an overdose or something. My father called the emergency docter, who said he will be there in 15 Minutes. Well, the next 40 minutes I waited crying, hoping that he could save my poor little dog. It started to get dark outside, I tried to lift up Roland's head, opening his eyes, but nothing. Just his weak, halting breath that drove me crazy. And finally, when my mom brought me some tissues, he lifted up his head, hoping for some food because he heard the crackle of the plastic. He was just suddenly there. Short after this, the doctor arrived and my dog crawled out of his bed and staggered to the doctor to great him, but fell on the ground because he was still dizzy. The doctor gave him a syringe and told us, he would be fine.
He now is sitting in the living room because we have guests, waving happily with his tail, missing some teeth but yes, he is fine. But this experience made me so scared of the day, he will really leave me. I am crying right now, but I am happy, that he at least didn't die of a stupid mistake by a doctor or something. I hope that he will die peacfully, when the day comes.
(sorry for spelling mistakes, I am from germany)
sketch: http://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/littledrawingme/please-don-t-leave-me-vip