Lets go back to October 17, 2005. Ryan and I were on our way to the airport to go To Disneyworld with Ryan's family. My parent's were going to watch our dog Woody while we were gone. My parents live close to the airport so when we go out of town we usually drop our car off and one of my parents takes us to the airport. Well, on this particular Sunday morning I put our dog Woody in their fenced backyard, and my mom took us to the airport. Well, by the time she got home from dropping us off she looked for our dog and he had escaped. She searched for it for awhile, but then had to go to church. When she got home she looked some more. They never found him.
Well, Ryan and I land in Florida ready to have some great fun in sunny Florida. As we were waiting for our luggage Ryan's phone rings.
This is the conversation:
Lady: Hi. Do you have a dog named Woody?
Lady: Well, I found him.
Ryan: Oh. My in-laws are watching him, let me call them and I will have them come pick him up.
Lady: Well, he is dead. I found him on the side of the road.
Needless to say, the first day of our trip wasn't the best.
Well, this has been a family joke that my parents killed our dog while we were on vacation.
Fast forward to March 2008.
My parents are going to Germany and asked us if we could watch their dog while they are gone. We say "sure" and then joke around saying, "what goes around comes around". And we all laugh.
They drop off Slinky, the dog, on Sunday. My mom tells me "She has been acting like she might be sick, so just watch her and if she gets bad you can take her to the vet." And she gives me the vet info.
Sunday-Tuesday Slinky is sluggish and acting kind of depressed, but she gets like that sometimes when my parents go out of town. And she has been acting old and slowing down a little lately so I honestly didn't think much of it.
Wednesday I was gone all day so I didn't see much of her, but I was told that the dog threw up. I thought great, I will watch her and take her to the vet tomorrow. Then Wednesday night she will lets say "threw up" out her bum. (Yes it was disgusting). And then she was really listless for awhile, but then got up and was acting "normal" again.I called the vet but they were obviously closed. I called them in the morning and they told me to bring her in at ten. At 9:30 I pack her up (she is totally listless again) and I head to the vet.
To spare you the details I will just tell you we didn't make it to the vet. My parent's dog DIED IN MY CAR while they were on vacation. I was shocked!! All I could think about was me saying, "what goes around comes around". Then I cried and thought this can't be happening, and this is just unbelieveable. What are the chances this dog chooses today of all days to go to little doggie heaven?
I called my brother to tell him, and of course he starts laughing (because seriously, what are the chances?)
My brother then met me at my parents house where we buried poor Slinky. (right next to our dog Woody).
The moral of the story? don't joke around with the phrase "What goes around comes around."