Continuation of my March 13 entry
My dog passed away last March 26, 2007. I wasn’t home that time. My mom just told me after being checked by the doctor, it was home service, and my dog walked a few meters and dropped dead on the ground. Our house helper even said, he walked away as if he is trying to position himself near the place where he’ll be buried.
Too sad I was not able to see him and embrace him. Before I left that morning, I even told him to rest well and that a doctor will come in later. Not knowing that was the last time I’ll see him.
I know he’s in dog heaven. He’s a good boy and I will surely miss his barking, peeing in the garden and on our visitors’, and guarding the house at night. I used to call him, dog-doorbell :-)
Too sad I was not able to see him and embrace him. Before I left that morning, I even told him to rest well and that a doctor will come in later. Not knowing that was the last time I’ll see him.
I know he’s in dog heaven. He’s a good boy and I will surely miss his barking, peeing in the garden and on our visitors’, and guarding the house at night. I used to call him, dog-doorbell :-)