I had to say goodbye to my best friend, my soulmate. He was 13 years old and truly the best dog. If you’ve ever had Terriers, you know they are small dogs with huge personalities, and I dearly miss his sassiness. He was half-blind and had glaucoma in one eye, but I loved that dog so much.
We did blood tests last month, and the only issue was his liver. I chose not to proceed with medication because of his age, and I felt in my heart that his time was limited. Everything was normal until two weeks ago, when he started vomiting bile once or twice a day. At first, I wasn’t too worried—you know how dogs like to chew on grass or leaves. But as the days went by, he became weaker and lost interest in his food. He lost a lot of weight quickly. I made the difficult decision to end his pain. César passed away peacefully on Friday. I know it was the right decision, as he likely would have died in the following days, but it hurts so much. I cried my eyes out.
I had a university exam scheduled for Friday, but I managed to postpone it to Sunday. I’m proud of myself for holding my shit together, at least for the exam.
I’m an introvert who likes dogs more than people, so I feel like a piece of me is missing. Today I felt a bit better, but I don’t want to move on too quickly. I don’t want us to forget about him. He was so special.
I would have died and killed for this dog. He was my soulmate. His personality became part of mine.
I don’t know why I feel the need to write this here. Maybe I just need some advice.
Thank you for everything, César. You showed me what true love is.