A dog is a man’s best friend. Every fiber of my body believes that. We’ve all had pets once in our lives; maybe a cat, a fish or a hamster. But a dog’s love for its master and a master’s love for his dog can only be described in one word: unconditional. Dogs have a way of comforting you in your lows and celebrating with you in your joys. They can easily sense your emotions and offer comfort that can never be replicated. In return, we do our very best to reciprocate the unconditional love they give us. It’s the kind of relationship that never ceases to exist because it never fails, as it has no reason to. Until death happens and we have to let go.
My dog just died. It literally shattered my heart into a million pieces. His name is Castello. He’s a Norwich Terrier and was only nine months old. He was diagnosed with Ehrlichia a week ago. Basically, it’s like leukemia on steroids. The only definite way to save him was by a bone marrow transplant which unfortunately is only done in the States. The next best thing was blood transfusion but it doesn’t offer any guarantee. We thought to give it a try. At least we would know in our hearts that we did everything we could to save our little bundle of joy from dying. The thought of him dying was unbearable. And so on little to no funds, we decided to proceed anyway. Money could be replaced but our little Castello could never be. The procedure went smoothly and the veterinarian had high hopes. First day after the procedure we saw no improvements as well as on the second day after. Third day after the procedure was a different story. Our baby was already having internal bleeding and having breathing difficulties. We did not want to prolong his agony. We did not want to be selfish. All I could think of was both Castello and I couldn’t bear the pain any longer. He was trying to fight off the disease and survive for his family but the disease was trying to survive too, and it triumphed.
It’s a very torturous thing to do, to watch your pet die. But it needed to happen. As I said my final goodbye and I love you’s, I noticed Castello’s paw tighten on my arm. As if he was saying his final goodbye and I love you too. I held onto him tighter not just as if it was the last but because it was the last. He is the love of our lives and I will never, ever forget the love he showed and the joy he brought us. He was and will always be my Castello. He will be forever in my heart.