After hearing late in a friday afternoon
that my dog had cancer and could die that weekend,
we decided to spensd as much time as possible with him.
It turned out that the atention
made him feel beter, that our love gave him extra time.
After having him for an extra week,
we began to start thinking that every day we got up
"This could be the day that we won't have him."
About 7:30 Am... the morning of October 28... My dog finally passed on...
Even as I'm writing this I can feel the tears falling from my eyes. I still can't believe he's gone... it had started at 4 AM, he'd woken up and thrown up all of his food from his previous meal, the catch is, he haden't stood up, he didn't have the strength to stand...
After that, at about 6 am, he got up again,
only this time he stood up, threw up,
and the force of throwing up knocked him to his side.
He threw up again after that, quite a bit.
At about 7:24,
my mother came to get my sister and myself...
I spent a few minutes with him, stroaking his black fur and ears,
praying he'd make it.
My mom had left the room to get a box of tissues,
when she came back, Ben was taking his last breaths...
We spent a few minnutes with him,
on the floor in my mother's room.
He only seemed to be sleeping but he was gone...
I was given a little clipping of his fur to always remind me of him, and I have my memories of him.
He was a wonderfull dog,
a joy till the end and still a light in our lives.
I'll never forget him,
we are going to have him cremated and we'll spread his ashes at our house and keep some so we know he's always with us...
Ben, my love, a lasting memory.(No he's not dead in this picture)
LightBlueAqua · Tue Oct 30, 2007 @ 12:12am · 2 Comments
