That was many years ago now. Its hard to believe that so many years have gone by.
I looked back at him. His eyes were looking at me, aware of every movement I made. I studied him for a moment. He seemed comfortable. I greeted him quietly. Suddenly he took in a shuddering breath.
Was that it? Did it happen? I'm not an expert at situations like this. When someone you love is dying do you know when death happens?
So many memories with him. I can't even remember what my life was like before he was a part of it.
Twenty-two years. He's been a part of my family for that long.
He took in another shuddering breath. Was that one his last? The anguish for me was intense. I hated seeing him struggle like that. It had to be painful. The truth was that all of us were suffering together.
Several minutes go by and I realize that he hasn't breathed again. He's gone.
That night my father and I go outside and bury him under the tree we planted together. I think he would be happy there. Even the weather is quiet and serene. A clear night sky with hundreds of twinkling stars shining. We are undisturbed in the solemn work. A gentle breeze causes the branches to sway. I imagine it a soft lullaby. Before long we finished.
A final goodbye. A prayer to God of thanks. We walk back inside with heavy hearts.
I think if God asked him how his life on Earth had been he would say it was wonderful.
I miss him terribly.
" Thank you Lord for all the good, beautiful things you have given us. And thank you too for awesome pets. Mozart was amazing. Thank you for your love."