Saying goodbye to a friend

My dog just die. It happened yesterday noon. We had to put him to sleep.

After a long sickness, he'd started to suffer the past few days, and we couldn't see him suffer like that. We choose the human solution, and took him to the vet.

I never thought it might be that hard to loose a dog. I had my share of friend who passed away, and somewhere in your mind, you tend to think that you know the drill. That you get over that soon, the way you did in the past.

But here it's different. You can't really say goodbye to a dog. He doesn't answer back. He doesn't say that it's alright.

I remember, when he was three months old, he was seriously ill. The vet thought he wouldn't survive. My brother and I held him all night long, night after night for a week or so. Gave him fluids IV, fed him with a syringe, and he survived. He made it.

It's been 11 years since that, and I wish so much I could save him again.

That's the course of nature, I guess.

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Goodbye, my friend...