I remember you & your little brother’s & sisters at the vet shop, you were the chubbiest & the cutest. You chose me & I took you home. My mom was not impressed when you came in, and the first thing you did was to do a wee on the entrance’s carpet. I named you Mona,
my eternal companion.
Life was a struggle, at 2 yrs of age you had major surgery & thought you would leave me. I was serious about not letting this happen. I worked hard & paid all the expensive vet bills & treatments. But unfortunately you were left with a skin disorder that would bother you
for the rest of your life.
There were ups & downs, myself & my mom tried to make you feel better when you were sick. And you got better, then all the suffering became like a past thing. But unfortunately did not last long. I remember, my little one, how you behaved more like a child than a dog. You understood everything I said. You knew when I was sad or happy. You were there for me in that rainy day, when both of us alone & my crying on the floor… you were next to me comforting me & giving me cheer up kisses.
The image of you running fast towards me, when you realised you went too far away at the park. You were so happy & energetic! You were always by my side for 12 yrs, through thick & thin, but your health condition got worse… I tried more vet treatments, why these had to be so unaffordable? But there was no other choice…
I married & fell pregnant & I was unable to take care of you how I did before. I am sorry, my sweet little one, I hoped you felt my love when I looked at you when my husband fed you. There was no more use you for you & those medications… would you be happier if I stopped them?
Your health deteriorated & I knew there was nothing else that could be done, but I could not make myself terminate your misery. How can I make a decision to end your life? And for that I am sorry for listening to my human selfishness & that being greater than thinking that it would have been for the best.
A couple of weeks ago, I sat next to you & asked you if you wanted to carry on living like this. You were sleeping most of the times, you could not hold yourself when needing to go to the toilet, but you still ate… Should I let you go? You opened your eyes & looked at me as if saying “it is ok, I am ready to go…”.
I cried and cried, but I knew it was the best option as you were thin & your skin so bad…2 days ago, I prepared you a box with a nice big pillow, and my husband took you to the vet to help you go. I was too emotional to see you depart, but he was with you when you left. I stayed home, I lit candles & placed a photo of you in a nice frame, and prayed for you. My husband said that you went so peacefully…
My little Mona, I still imagine you in your bed sick, but sometimes I see you normal again running around or running towards me like that day in the park. I hope that this sadness, is comforted soon. I just want to think that you are happy again, with all the other departed pets,
free from pain & happy.
Mona, I will always love you & remember you,
my best friend ever.
| Anita |