by Roni Young
I still remembered the first day I picked him up from the pet shop when I was 16. He was sitting on my lap like a little angel. He's been there for me through family crisis, moving, breaking up with boyfriend, and many more. On a Friday after coming home from work, my dog was upstairs, he was never upstairs when I was not there, but there he was, and his jaw couldn't closed, and he was walking in circles and going into corners. I took him to see a neuologist and it was determined that he had menegeitis, a brain inflammetry. He was put on a tube for feeding and went on the anti-inflammetry medicaiton. He got better, and his jaw closed, and he can eat and drink again. I was so happy and grateful, and I kept my hope up thinking he would pull through. This past Monday, he started to shiever for no reason, the vet couldn't tell what's wrong with him, then on Friday he shievered more and this time, he couldn't even eat, drink or go to the bathroom. I had to make the tough decision to put him to sleep on Saturday. My parents were there with me and we all got to say goodbye to him. I really needed the closure knowing that he's not in pain or suffering anymore. At the same time I miss him so much already. Everyday I went home after work all I found was this emptiness in the house. I can't believe he's really gone! I see him everywhere in the house, he seems so close to me yet so far away from me. I dreamed about him last night and I was able to hug him and kissed him again. I didn't want to wake up from the dream this morning because I knew once I woke up, he won't be there with me anymore. I just want to say that Yabbie, you're a very speical dog to me and I will always remember you in my heart.