Down

He was ill,

Terribly ill.

To see him each day,

each day feeling differently,

sometimes better,

sometimes worse.

Painful

to see it change over time.

Tail wagging this moment,

eyes closing,

sleepily,

peacefully,

the next.

Breathing,

but struggling.

Living,

But deteriorating.

Smiling at us,

being brave and happy for us,

but sick deep down.

Putting up a front as he did,

when being a creature,

he couldn't even speak,

is truly remarkable,

and truly one of the bravest actions

I've ever witnessed.

First dog,

one of my closest friends,

now gone.

But still in thought,

still happy in older pictures and printed photographs,

still looking happy,

still looking healthy,

before the news was delivered,

and we knew that this day would come.

That he would have to go,

with a painful decision made before.

At least is was peaceful,

in a white,

empty,

medical room,

Veterinary office.

At least he can live life fully,

at its best,

where-ever he is now.

Maybe watching,

wagging his tail with amusement,

maybe feeling proud,

that we managed through the sandess,

and the pain,

together.

It still hurts,

but it gets easier with time,

slowly with time.

I owe to him,

on how I've changed.

Thank you,

to my first dog,

a close friend,

and a truly brave and sweet soul.

A soul who deserved so much more,

but didn't have the time.

We love you;

We miss you.

21.6.2020