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In tribute to Bijou my MamourThanks to Francis |
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| 10 years of your life went by without a care in the world until about 1 month ago. You suddenly had swollen lymph nodes in your neck and a few small ones next to your udders. So we took some blood and swabs. I was thrilled when the vet told me that your blood test was perfect. But that joy soon turned to sadness when the results of the samples came back: cancerous lymphomas. An operation was out of the question, and chemo wouldn't have cured you anyway. After discussions with the vet, we decided that, short of a cure, we would try to keep you pain-free for as long as possible. So you started a palliative cortisone treatment. I was so afraid you'd start to suffer, but you were always like before, going to the garden to relieve yourself, sometimes even running with the others. But that damn cancer didn't leave you in peace, it progressed very quickly, and in two days you changed completely. On Saturday, you wouldn't eat your kibbles any more, but you would eat patties and ham. I immediately sensed that something serious was going on. On Sunday your meals were the same, but fortunately you didn't seem to be in any pain, even though your belly was a little more swollen than normal. That Sunday evening wasn't as usual, so I had to help you onto the bed. As usual, you snuggled into my arm, but kept your eyes open. I held you tighter, and then our eyes met and locked. In a few moments, 10 years of happiness flew by, your eyes so soft and mysterious. After drying my tears, I looked into your eyes again, and there I understood what those beautiful eyes were telling me: you were telling me that you felt the pain would soon be felt, I understood in your beautiful eyes that you were saying goodbye and thanking me for having loved you so much. Little did I know that this was our last hug. The next day, Monday February 22, 2010, you got up as usual but didn't want to eat or drink. I looked into your eyes again and then I understood that you wanted to go and meet your mom on her cloud, you lay down and from time to time wagged your tail, you were relaxed and not in pain. I phoned the vet and carried you to bed. I snuggled up to you, stroked you and cried my eyes out. Then the vet arrived. Your pretty eyes closed and then you opened them again to bid me a final farewell and say thank you. You died in my arm, cheek to cheek, your loving eyes gone forever. I wrapped you in a blanket and held you close to my heart, feeling your warm body against me, but the life had gone out of it. Be happy up there with your mother Canaille and your brothers, I love you Mamour. |
English (United Kingdom)