As far as I and my wife
remember our dog 'Bone' is with us year 2005. Several years ago, 'Bone' was so
thin and black, and from that look I arrived with that name.
But because He was taken
cared of well, Bone grows appealing to everyone.
He's very sweet, never
even failed to give me and the rest of the family members a very warm welcome
every time He sees us.
He even barks and always
defends us, if He thinks someone is trying to hurt us.
Bone never run out of
appetite, that is why several days ago, when he seemed not eating anything, we
are all bothered about it.
I don't know if it's too
late for us to respond, we saw a need to bring Him in a Vet, after two days.
The initial finding was
'Bone' could have eaten a pesticide, clorox, a rat, that made him sick.
But after His oral
medication, and some injected antibiotics to stop Him from vomiting and prevent
the spread of His ailment, nothing happens
Bone is still not at
himself.
October 1, 2012, Monday,
again we consulted a Vet, and upon checking on Him that day, and upon knowing
some symptoms related to it, right then and there, Bone, was diagnosed with a
Leptospirosis.
Action taken, again Bone
were injected with antibiotics and a dextrose was inserted on Him, for He's not
eating anything for three consecutive days.
I might be personally
bothered about it financially, but what I am more concern of is His welfare.
I might be busy working
daily, but I and the rest of the family members never fails to check on Him.
Bone's Vet told us that
the vomiting were lessened, He can even stand. We are all happy to hear some of
these changes, meaning Bone is getting better.
I remember, I paid him a
visit last October 3, 2012, Wednesday, immediately after coming from work.
Bone even did an effort
to stand. He even looked at Me in the eye.
I wanted to open His
cage and hold Him, or at least caress Him in the head.
I hope I did that. But I
never did.
After four days, I and
my wife told Bone's Vet that we will be continuing His oral medication at home.
We plan everything to
pick Him up last October 5, 2012, Friday, but at work that day, I received a
call from His Vet, that he died at 4 in the morning after defecating and
vomiting with blood.
If only we could all
turn back time, and wish that Bone is well and alive again, we will definitely
do that.
My wife was asking me
the same day if I still wish to see Bone's remains, but I told her not too.
I don't think I will
have the guts to see Bone’s dead body at
His cage.
I just told my wife to
bury Bone.
With the help of my
brother Ralph, Bone was buried with a cross and a rosary courtesy of our
youngest sister Rosalie.
May His soul rest in
peace.
We will surely miss Him
a lot.
For the last time, we
all wanted to say thank you for seven long years you are with us.
We love you so much
Bone!
