My dog, Sparky, was diagnosed with Lymphoma last July. He was only supposed to live a few months but has instead survived eleven. I'm afraid, however, that his luck is finally running out.
It's really hard. I know that I can't let him suffer and so far, I think that his life has been worthwhile. Unfortunately, now he is always panting heavily, finds it difficult to walk, and is even losing some control of his bowels. It seems that it has fallen on me to act.
I'm writing this now because I can't sleep. I imagine being at the vet, comforting him with "You're a good boy!", which he knows means everything is ok and he'll be back home, relaxed, before he knows it. Except, he won't. Such betrayal!
I don't know if tomorrow is the day but that day is definitely soon. I secretly wish he would die in his sleep. That way, while I will be mourning my loss, I won't also be burdened with a guilty conscious.
Sparky has been a faithful companion and I hope that I have been a good master. With our parting being imminent, however, I realize that I could have been better. That is Sparky's parting gift to me.
Every moment is the time to be your best. You will be a better person and those who you touch will be better for having known you.
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