Chrissaire

It was a rather lonely drive back home- especially for Mom.  She was still with us twenty minutes ago, covered in a pale brown blanket I wrapped her around my arms as her head tried to manage to stick out to the open window of the car to sniff what could have been her last inhale of the breeze.  And now I am sitted empty-handed on the passenger seat and the towel, crumpled to the backseat.

Angel is gone.  At around 9:32 this morning, Mom and I took her to her last trip to the Vet’s clinic after a series of recurring seizures in a week.  She was 17 years old, and had lived a beautiful life- more for her masters than herself.  She lived the longest life of all the dogs the family has had.  She witness the turnabouts of the family and just stayed with Mom when the latter’s children had to leave the house.  Angel was her bestfriend…and she embraced such responsibility and enjoyed just being that way.

Then after ennumerable seizures in the last three years of her seventeen years in life; Mom, Dad and Chris agreed to put her to sleep and end her suffering.  So this morning, with her vet and nurse, Mom held her in her arms and she was calm.  When her doctor finally found her veins and injected her an overdose of anesthesia, Angel’s breath faded until she was gone.

Tags: bichon frise, dogs, veterinarian

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