My Beloved Dog’s Final Journey

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A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself.

                                                                                       -Josh Billings

 

 

Animals have come to mean so much in our lives. We live in a fragmented and disconnected culture. Politics are ugly, religion is struggling, technology is stressful, and the economy is unfortunate. What’s one thing that we have in our lives that we can depend on? A dog or a cat loving us unconditionally, every day, very faithfully.

I’m thankful for him, my best friend.

Furbi

18th April 2008 – 7th October 2015

 

“A good dog never dies, he always stays,
he walks besides you on crisp autumn days
when frost is on the fields and winter’s drawing near,
his head within our hand in his old way.”


 
I’ve spent 8 years together with my fur kid… yet for him, he spent his entire life with me. Let me start the story by introducing him, Furbi my beloved miniature Schnauzer, who is 8 years old this year. He was sick previously, unknowingly. You can read his condition here .

I truly hope that all fur kids’ mummies & daddies will take note of this kind of condition, as I’ve realized it too late to save him.

 

His condition worsened, with symptoms of skin rotting and becoming too stiff to even move his head. At that point of time, we tried Bowen and hydrotherapy for him. We didn’t see much improvement as it’s a very long term treatment.

He started to poop a pool of blood and that’s when I was hit with realisation that it was time to let him go. I couldn’t bear to see him suffer no more.

 

“He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever – in case I need him. And I expect I will – as I always have. He is just my dog.”

-Gene Hill

 

“Dogs don’t know about beginnings, and they don’t speculate on matters that occurred before their time.Dogs also don’t know — or at least don’t accept — the concept of death. With no concept of beginnings or endings dogs probably don’t know that for people having a dog as a life companion provides a streak of light between two eternities of darkness.”

 

Thank you for being there for me. It’s my turn to do something for you.

“The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief. But the pain of grief is only a shadow when compared with the pain of never risking love.”

 


Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies
that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm
and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health
and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,
just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and
looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers.
Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs
carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your
special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.

The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head,
and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your
life but never absent from your heart.

 

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together. Till we meet again Furbi, i love you x 

 

Yours always,
Vivian
Instagram: @Viviantan__

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1 Comment

  1. Cherylene Ang

    October 15, 2015 at 5:01 am

    My deepest and most heartfelt condolences to the demise of your beloved pet. No amount of comforting words can replace this unimaginable pain you are going through now. take care

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