For the past few weeks, my dog, Boy felt sick. He was 12 years old dog and in human years, he would be 84 of age. A Sturdy fella who have spent his 10 over years as a guard dog at my in-law shop. Due to the relocation of the shop, Boy came to my home for retirement.
As he was a guard dog, he was raise to be aggressive in nature and have bitten some thieves off before. We managed to retrain him and earned his trust. There was a special bond between Boy and me. He would follow only me whenever I went in my home. He would stay guard at the doorway in whatever room I was in. Every morning when I wake up, Boy would be there waiting for me. When I came home, he will stand up and welcome me.
His name is just Boy.
Boy's suffered many old wounds from old fights and we have spent the last 1 and a half years solving his ears infection. Beside that problem, he still a Happy and active dog.
Things started to change in the early of January 2010. He started to loose appetites and ate lesser and lesser. We soon discovered there was swelling of the mouth and neck. We rushed him to the vet and it get better. However two days later, the situation turned for the worst. He can no longer chew his food nor swallow. He could not even drink water. My wife and I knew his time was getting short and he was silently suffering in pain. To see him not able to eat nor drink water for 2 days was heart breaking to us.
Boy was a quiet companion, easy going and patient.
We brought him to the vet one last time today with my Father-in-laws (owner of Boy for 10 years). The doctor explained the situation to us that if we jab him one more time, the situation only gets to delay a day or two. The last thing we want is to see him staved and suffer to death. We do not want him to go alone without anyone being there. Looking at his swelling face, we knew that was the last thing we can do for him... As we gather around him and said our last goodbye, we started to cry.
I couldn't bring myself to mouth the words goodbye to him. It took me sometime to say "Boy, thank you for coming to our life and blessed us with your faithful presence to make us especially me feel so special." As we stepped out of the vet clinic, Boy's suffering may have ended but our heart was totally broken...
Boy last Christmas with us before he started to get sick
As we stepped into our home, the reality of him not being there ran me over. No more welcome stand from him, no more late night snatching sound from him, no more daily night walk with him. No more Boy... T_T
To some I may lost a Pet but to me I have lost a good and faithful friend. I know all dogs goes to heaven and for a faithful, long-suffering friend like Boy, I know God will receive him with open arms. I know Boy is at a better place now without suffering and is free to do whatever he want. I thank you boy for giving your trust and respect to me as a owner. You have made me feel so special as a owner. It is always an honor having you walking beside me every single day. Everyone in the family will remember you and I will always missed you as a good friend to me Boy.
The birthday we have together sharing the same cake.
I love you buddy. Stay happy okay?