I'm not ready to let my dog go.

He's a 14 year old black lab/pitbull mix, but he's the sweetest derpiest dog I know.

He's always there if i'm sick or crying, but tonight (After watching Grave the fucking Fireflies) he couldn't get up out of my bed. My mom and I spent 15 minutes getting him to stand up and walk around..

I know it's probably just arthritis, but it's the idea of it all, his old age finally getting to him. He's been around since I was 8, and i'm 17 now. I'll be leaving for the Marines in a year, and i'm just not ready to let him go.

I'm literally bawling my eyes out as i'm typing this, and my friends couldn't care less, after talking to them about their problems i'd expect the same courtesy, but I guess my feelings are expendable.

Just... FUCK. I hate this, and I hate the idea of losing this handsome little guy, but I know it's going to happen soon. It's so difficult to accept it.

I'm just scared, guys.