Moving On: Concerning the Death of a Beloved Pet (Dog)
Today, my landlord's pet, Bingo, passed on. He lived for 19 years (human terms) and has been the constant companion of my landlord in whose house I've been staying with some other roommates for over 4 years now. On the overall, Bingo had been a well-behaved and loyal dog that would tend to bark whenever he wanted to when he was still in very good health. And I recall he took the effort to come by my room yesterday, which was surprising as he has not done that in many months since he has started being sickly and looking so tired most of his last days. I would bring him down the stairs so he could do his thing, but I noticed yesterday, he was behaving really confused and seemingly like he's unable to do more with his life. He would be keeping to himself and would stay in just one corner of my landlord's bedroom.
Bingo refused to eat food nor drink water since yesterday, and I was thinking to myself that he's on his way then. I heard the story from my landlord that pinschers behave differently when they know they're dying. He's had doberman pinschers before and they would mysteriously get lost for some reason. And that's their way of saying goodbye to their owners / masters.
I'll remember last December when our landlord was on his vacation, and we lost Bingo for a day after he apparently escaped from the gates of our house. Someone left the gates open, and he took the chance to escape, which was unusual with him. He would just stay within the yard and was not known to be curious about going anywhere other than our house (unless he's brought by my landlord somewhere in his car). We got worried and took time to look for him the whole day. From a phone call later that evening, we learned that a good samaritan saw him walking by himself close to the ferry terminal and he brought him to the nearby animal hospital, the name of which was imprinted on Bingo's tags. With another roommate, I had to pick him up from the hospital, and we were delighted that he was soon back with us.
After that, he would be having bad days, just like us humans. He would be picky with his food, would be drinking so much water, and behaved anxious most times. I heard from my landlord once or twice that Bingo won't be able to make it up to next December. He was preparing himself for it, and felt so miserable seeing Bingo behaving like he's in a geriatric hospital. He soon made an appointment with the veterinarian on the next available date. And as soon as both him and Bingo showed up in the clinic, the dog was placed on a mat and he lied there as if he didn't want to be bothered. Seeing what was happening to Bingo, my landlord soon then made the heart rending decision to put his beloved pet to sleep.
Goodbye, Bingo, see you in heaven in time.
Bingo refused to eat food nor drink water since yesterday, and I was thinking to myself that he's on his way then. I heard the story from my landlord that pinschers behave differently when they know they're dying. He's had doberman pinschers before and they would mysteriously get lost for some reason. And that's their way of saying goodbye to their owners / masters.
I'll remember last December when our landlord was on his vacation, and we lost Bingo for a day after he apparently escaped from the gates of our house. Someone left the gates open, and he took the chance to escape, which was unusual with him. He would just stay within the yard and was not known to be curious about going anywhere other than our house (unless he's brought by my landlord somewhere in his car). We got worried and took time to look for him the whole day. From a phone call later that evening, we learned that a good samaritan saw him walking by himself close to the ferry terminal and he brought him to the nearby animal hospital, the name of which was imprinted on Bingo's tags. With another roommate, I had to pick him up from the hospital, and we were delighted that he was soon back with us.
After that, he would be having bad days, just like us humans. He would be picky with his food, would be drinking so much water, and behaved anxious most times. I heard from my landlord once or twice that Bingo won't be able to make it up to next December. He was preparing himself for it, and felt so miserable seeing Bingo behaving like he's in a geriatric hospital. He soon made an appointment with the veterinarian on the next available date. And as soon as both him and Bingo showed up in the clinic, the dog was placed on a mat and he lied there as if he didn't want to be bothered. Seeing what was happening to Bingo, my landlord soon then made the heart rending decision to put his beloved pet to sleep.
Goodbye, Bingo, see you in heaven in time.
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