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vigorliTitle: Mans Best Friend
Author: Vatulele
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG
Summary: Orlando says goodbye to his beloved Sidi.
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: FICTION, FICTION, FICTION, FICTION. None of this ever happened, and it most likely never will, if it does, I’m a psychic and you all should fear me. I know nothing of Mr. Bloom, Mr. Mortensen or Sidi the dog Mr. Bloom found and adopted in Morocco. I am getting absolutely no profit from this. (Oh and knock on wood this never has to happen to Mr. Bloom, or Sidi)
Authors Note: You might want to bring some tissues.
Viggo sat in his chair anxiously tapping his fingers against the plush arm rests. This conference was taking a lot longer than expected and he needed to have been at the veterinarian's office an hour ago. Sidi who was now thirteen years old had stopped eating and dropped weight drasticaly. Orlando woried had called the vet and set up an appointment as soon as possible to make sure his beloved dog was going to be all right.
Bzz, Bzz, Bzz. Viggo's phone danced on top of the polished wood table. "Excuse me." He said as he stood up from the table and hurried outside the conference room. "Hey, Orlando baby, I'm sorry, this conference is taking longer-"
Orlando cut him off. "They're going to put him down Vig."
"What?!" Viggo half yelled hoping he had heard Orlando wrong.
"Sidi...he, he has cancer. They, thought they uhh thought that it wasn't too bad...but uh when the scans came back it was...ah worse than they thought." Orlando sniffed on the other end of the phone line. "They're going to put him down as soon as you get here Vig." Viggo stood stunned in the long, tiled hallway. It couldn't be..Sidi, the black furball never stopped moving, he'd lived on camel shit for the first months of his life. When he was four he nearly drowned in their pool. At seven he got away from Orlando in Runyan Canyon in the middle of July and survived for three weeks. Cancer? It couldn't be, he was invincible.
"Viggo...Vig are you still there?" Viggo could hear Orlando's voice rise with panic.
"Yeah...I'll be right down love, don't worry. It's going to be all right."
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Viggo rushed into the vets office dodging several dogs on leashes and made his way to the check in counter.
"Hi, I'm looking for Sidi, is he..." The attendant gave him a warm smile and layed a hand over his own.
"Right this way Mr. Mortensen." She lead him into a small room where Sidi was lying calmly on an examination table. Seeing Viggo Sidi began to wag his tail feebly and shift his weight so Viggo had access to Sidi's 'scratching spot'. Viggo smiled at the old animal. "Mr. Bloom is talking to Doctor Hago and will be back in shortly." The attendant gave Sidi a small pat on the head and then left.
"Hey you dumb mutt," Viggo said affectionately as he bent down scratched Sidi's favorite spot. "You know, you could have told us earlier you didn't feel to well. Daddy's gonna be very sad that you're leaving us, hell I'm going to be very sad, who am I going to give Daddy's meatballs to now?" Viggo layed his hand behind Sidi's ear. Sidi unhappy with the current state of affairs gave a small whine and nudged Viggo's hand with his large, black paw. Viggo chuckled and began to scratch the mutts favorite spot again.
A few minutes later Orlando walked in with a grim smile and red eyes and sat down on the other side of the table. "Doctor Hago's going to give us a few more minutes with him before she..." Orlando's voice quavered and broke off. "I'm just going to miss him so much." Orlando said as he wrapped his arms around Sidi and burried his face into the dogs scruff. Viggo could see wet spots starting to form on the dogs thick fur.
"Afternoon gentlemen..." Doctor Hago said as she opened the door and wheeled in a tray with a syringe filled with clear liquid. Orlando quickly looked up from Sidi and wiped at his face. "Hello Sidi." She said, petting the dog and examining the I.V. that was insterted into his paw. "Would you both like to stay in the room with him, during the procedure?" The two men nodded. "Orlando if you would please, make sure he doesn't move when the needle is inserted." Orlando wrapped himself around Sidi once again wispering into the dog's ear. Before Orlando could look up to see when the Doctor was going to inject his dog, she was done. Orlando's eyes immidiately filled with tears.
"It's all right boy, it's gonna be okay. You're going to be just fine," Orlando said to the dog as it started to notice the change in demenor of the three people present in the room. "Shh, nothings wrong, don't worry about it. You're just gonna take a long nap boy...you like those." Viggo felt his eyes well with tears, not only for Orlando but for Sidi who's trusting eyes now lay on him and all too soon closed. When Sidi's chest failed to rise, Orlando gave a strangled sob and unwound himself from the dogs body. Lifting his eyes towards the vet he asked, "He's gone now?" She nodded at him and Orlando looked back at his dog. "I love you Sidi."
Author: Vatulele
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG
Summary: Orlando says goodbye to his beloved Sidi.
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: FICTION, FICTION, FICTION, FICTION. None of this ever happened, and it most likely never will, if it does, I’m a psychic and you all should fear me. I know nothing of Mr. Bloom, Mr. Mortensen or Sidi the dog Mr. Bloom found and adopted in Morocco. I am getting absolutely no profit from this. (Oh and knock on wood this never has to happen to Mr. Bloom, or Sidi)
Authors Note: You might want to bring some tissues.
Viggo sat in his chair anxiously tapping his fingers against the plush arm rests. This conference was taking a lot longer than expected and he needed to have been at the veterinarian's office an hour ago. Sidi who was now thirteen years old had stopped eating and dropped weight drasticaly. Orlando woried had called the vet and set up an appointment as soon as possible to make sure his beloved dog was going to be all right.
Bzz, Bzz, Bzz. Viggo's phone danced on top of the polished wood table. "Excuse me." He said as he stood up from the table and hurried outside the conference room. "Hey, Orlando baby, I'm sorry, this conference is taking longer-"
Orlando cut him off. "They're going to put him down Vig."
"What?!" Viggo half yelled hoping he had heard Orlando wrong.
"Sidi...he, he has cancer. They, thought they uhh thought that it wasn't too bad...but uh when the scans came back it was...ah worse than they thought." Orlando sniffed on the other end of the phone line. "They're going to put him down as soon as you get here Vig." Viggo stood stunned in the long, tiled hallway. It couldn't be..Sidi, the black furball never stopped moving, he'd lived on camel shit for the first months of his life. When he was four he nearly drowned in their pool. At seven he got away from Orlando in Runyan Canyon in the middle of July and survived for three weeks. Cancer? It couldn't be, he was invincible.
"Viggo...Vig are you still there?" Viggo could hear Orlando's voice rise with panic.
"Yeah...I'll be right down love, don't worry. It's going to be all right."
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Viggo rushed into the vets office dodging several dogs on leashes and made his way to the check in counter.
"Hi, I'm looking for Sidi, is he..." The attendant gave him a warm smile and layed a hand over his own.
"Right this way Mr. Mortensen." She lead him into a small room where Sidi was lying calmly on an examination table. Seeing Viggo Sidi began to wag his tail feebly and shift his weight so Viggo had access to Sidi's 'scratching spot'. Viggo smiled at the old animal. "Mr. Bloom is talking to Doctor Hago and will be back in shortly." The attendant gave Sidi a small pat on the head and then left.
"Hey you dumb mutt," Viggo said affectionately as he bent down scratched Sidi's favorite spot. "You know, you could have told us earlier you didn't feel to well. Daddy's gonna be very sad that you're leaving us, hell I'm going to be very sad, who am I going to give Daddy's meatballs to now?" Viggo layed his hand behind Sidi's ear. Sidi unhappy with the current state of affairs gave a small whine and nudged Viggo's hand with his large, black paw. Viggo chuckled and began to scratch the mutts favorite spot again.
A few minutes later Orlando walked in with a grim smile and red eyes and sat down on the other side of the table. "Doctor Hago's going to give us a few more minutes with him before she..." Orlando's voice quavered and broke off. "I'm just going to miss him so much." Orlando said as he wrapped his arms around Sidi and burried his face into the dogs scruff. Viggo could see wet spots starting to form on the dogs thick fur.
"Afternoon gentlemen..." Doctor Hago said as she opened the door and wheeled in a tray with a syringe filled with clear liquid. Orlando quickly looked up from Sidi and wiped at his face. "Hello Sidi." She said, petting the dog and examining the I.V. that was insterted into his paw. "Would you both like to stay in the room with him, during the procedure?" The two men nodded. "Orlando if you would please, make sure he doesn't move when the needle is inserted." Orlando wrapped himself around Sidi once again wispering into the dog's ear. Before Orlando could look up to see when the Doctor was going to inject his dog, she was done. Orlando's eyes immidiately filled with tears.
"It's all right boy, it's gonna be okay. You're going to be just fine," Orlando said to the dog as it started to notice the change in demenor of the three people present in the room. "Shh, nothings wrong, don't worry about it. You're just gonna take a long nap boy...you like those." Viggo felt his eyes well with tears, not only for Orlando but for Sidi who's trusting eyes now lay on him and all too soon closed. When Sidi's chest failed to rise, Orlando gave a strangled sob and unwound himself from the dogs body. Lifting his eyes towards the vet he asked, "He's gone now?" She nodded at him and Orlando looked back at his dog. "I love you Sidi."
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Date: 2006-06-12 12:02 pm (UTC)Babe's going to turn 13 October 21st. I'm going to be so sad when he's gone. I've had him since I was 4. Earlier this year some people robbed our house while I was at school and my mother was at work. Our two dogs chased them out but didn't come back inside the house. Luckily they stayed together and were rounded up by a man who lives not to far from us. But we didn't know where they were for a day untill they got turned into our local animal shelter. I was so upset, I'd never spent a night away from my two babies without knowing if they were allright, safe, or even alive. I stayed up half the night bawling my eyes out and praying they'd be safe. When I went to school the next day I was asked several times 'who died' then proceeded to burst into tears. Luckily my mom found them at the shelter that afternoon, but that whole night and day that we didn't know where they were was hell. I really don't want my Babe buddy to have to be put down or die. I'd be heart broken.
*g* sorry to tell you my life story :P I tend to ramble when I'm lacking sleep.
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Date: 2006-06-12 12:43 pm (UTC)I dont mind. I got Max when I was 4 as well. He has arthirtas(Sorry my spelling really stinks) in both his hips, so he cant go for walks anymore, he only goes in the back yard (which isnt the bigest yard). It makes me feel bad but taking him just down the block makes him start limping. That started about 3-4 years ago..His teeth are getting very weak, he kinda smashes his head off the ground when he sneases (has been since he was a puppy) but about 2-3 weeks ago when he did, he cracked one of his bottom teeth, and when he was eating an icecube his gums started to bleed. I'm pretty sure that he might cancer, I dont no why I think that but he has some lumps that the vet said were just moles (but you never no, that was 4-5 years ago) and my mom doesnt want to bring him to the vet to get checked out cuz shes sure that he wont be coming back home (she didnt tell me that, but I no how she thinks it was the same with Rascal and they said that they wouldnt have been able to do anything for her ever if we took her earlyer). He was my first dog, I havent had one since him and my dad said we wont be getting another dog after he goes (which I might be able to talk him into after I'm ready). I'll never have another dog like him, and I'd never want to replace him with another dog. Anyways, hes still eating and drinking, so hes at least fine right now. But my moms giving me these looks like she did with Rascal, and I no that shes going to say we need to bring him in some time soon *bites lip* I dont think I can go through that again.
When Rascal was put down, me and my mom stayed with her. When they shaved her arm for the needle I started crying really bad, then calmed down again, but the needle was to big for her vains, and they had to shave her other arm to put a IV in. After she was gone, I was just standing there petting her. I think I shut down cuz my mom was talking to me but I just couldnt answer her and when I left the office, everything was real, I let my baby go and she wasnt coming back. So I starting crying uncontrolable. My moms friend came to me and huged me, dont remember her coming to me though while my mom was dealing with paying for everying.
I thought I was scared of needles before. I cant even look at them now (on tv, or pictures ect...even talking about them) and thinking about getting one freaks me the hell out, I dont want them anywhere near me *shudders*. Watching animals get put down on tv get me crying...really crying, for at least 10 mins.
It seems that you have two very wonderful dogs and you care a lot about them. I hope nothing got stolen? I hate age, why do animals have to have such a short life spand? Lol I'm crying again. Thank you for sharing your story :) and the best thing you can think of when he goes, is that at least he had a good long life with someone that loved him, as it shows with your story.
*blush* sorry...I just started typing, and thats what came out. Didnt mean to write that much *blushes more*
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Date: 2006-06-12 02:08 pm (UTC):( Poor Babe. Max is going blind as well, not sure about going deaf though. *grins* Yogi is doing a great job then :D.
Ya, me as well. Around 10 years for a dog is way to short I'd say (well depending on the dog). I no what you mean. I was so worried that Rascal would have passed away in the night while I was sleeping, and I wouldnt have got to say goodbye, or be with her like she was always there for me. Hopefully he doesnt, so that you can be with him.
:) Thats good at least!
Lol I usually keep everything inside...I dont really show emotion very well, at least when I'm not alone.
*hugs back*
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Date: 2006-06-12 01:58 pm (UTC)I wish dogs could at least live around 20 years without major health complications. I'm just worried Babe's going to die when I'm away at college where I can't say goodbye to him. That'd be the worse, not being able to tell him I love him or I'll miss him or even a simple goodbye. I mean he's always been there for me, it would really suck if I couldn't be there for him.
No nothing got stolen when they busted into our house, we think the dogs chased them off before they got very far into investigating what kinds of goods we had. Which isn't much unless you consider an old t.v. a computer from 1998 and some DVD's. Although I guess they could have grabbed some of my mom's jewlery.
hee, I type a lot too but it's good to get all these emotions and feeling out in the open, no sense in harboring them in the inside where all they can do is just get bigger and bigger.
*hugs*