Dobby (R.I.P.)

DSC_0022It was June 8th of last year (2017) when I had received a call from a lady from the church to ask me if I wanted a puppy. I had just lost two old dogs and I accepted. I just found out in the veterinarian office this week that he was a mix breed of an English Foxhound.

It’s hard to believe that today I lost him.  He was one year old; in my mind people or animals don’t die at that age. I had mistakenly thought he would be my pet for the next 15 years or so. About a month ago he was coughing, took medicine, then he got a skin fungal infection, took more medicine, then he had a paw luxation, anti-inflammatory medication and today as I took him to the vet because he was looking really bad, he had an anaphylactic shock to which he didn’t survive.

My lessons:

  • There is no age to die; of course I already knew that, it’s just that death continues to leaves us with consternation.
  • Medicine has its doses and limitations; I also knew that, death is an excellent reminder.
  • The power of repeating to oneself’s mind something like “it’s just a dog” is futile when it is your pet.
  • As much as animals are not “worth” the same as people; it’s okay to feel sad and I admit it, I cried.
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Mr. Ears paying his last respect.

 

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Dobby’s collar and leg cast; now unnecessary

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Published in: on June 22, 2018 at 5:29 pm  Comments (1)  
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