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In tribute to Farewell my Bobby of loveThanks to Francis |
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| You had, I'm sure, a life of happiness and love, good meals on time, plenty of comfortable places to rest and as much petting as you wanted. Just looking at all the love I received from you, you can tell that I managed to make you happy. Any way you could to show your joy and good mood was good for you, of course you knew that my caresses and a little magic cookie that you loved to nibble on would always be your reward. You had your favorite armchair, where you'd sit with your head upright on the backrest or armrest, but you also liked my place on the couch, with your head on my cushion. So I'd sit beside you and rest my head against yours. Sometimes you'd give me a kiss, but you were rather stingy about it, and I'd always tell you jokingly that it's normal, you're a man. In the evenings, it was the boudoir session, you'd get 2 of them and settle on your blanket next to the bed. When I'd come to sleep, you'd quickly climb onto the bed for a little cuddle session and I'd get a few kisses. To thank you, you'd get another 1 boudoir. You ate packets of those cookies you loved so much. Then you'd go back downstairs to settle in for the night. Over the years, you lost your friend Tonton, your dad Rambo. And then your mom Canaille left us, but the hardest thing for you was the departure of your sister Bijou. For many long weeks, I could see the sadness in your eyes, I understood you and tried to console you by talking to you and stroking you. It was hard to know what was going on in your little head, but in the end you resumed your normal life with your other sister Tania and little Cannelle. We couldn't deny that you were Tania's brother, always together in the yard or garden, your 2 heads often turning at the same time, I never knew who was the shadow of the other so synchronized were your movements. And your beautiful life went on without a hitch until about 1 month ago. Your nodes in your neck and back legs started to swell. We went straight to the vet and had a blood test. Already without the results, the vet had told me that this damn cancer was starting to eat away at you. The result of the blood test only confirmed what he had said. As with your sister, chemo was out of the question, and there was no point in subjecting you to such heavy treatment, which wouldn't have cured you anyway. So we decided, if not to cure you, to try to keep you pain-free for as long as possible. So you began a palliative cortisone treatment, but this time with injections to protect your stomach. You remained yourself, going to the garden to relieve yourself, sometimes even running with the others, but I could see that every day brought a little extra weight into your life. I kept a close eye on every movement you made to detect any sign of suffering, but fortunately I never saw you in pain, always your beautiful smile and tail thumping every time I spoke to you. But that cancer bastard really wanted to get the upper hand, and he didn't let you have it for very long before deciding he was going to be the strongest. On Wednesday, you wouldn't eat your croquettes or your rice and meat, just a few slices of ham. In the evening, you went to the garden to relieve yourself as usual, but I could see that something was going on... For fear of hurting you, I didn't put you on the bed for our cuddle, but I lay down a little close to you and talked to you for a long time, as if you understood and you already knew, I knew too, but not like you. I didn't know yet that it was our last cuddle of the evening. The next day, Thursday September 1, 2011, you got up as usual but didn't want to eat or drink; you were having trouble standing up. I looked into your eyes and then I understood what you wanted to tell me. You felt that the suffering was going to show and that you wanted to go back to your mom and your sister on their cloud, you lay down and your beautiful eyes seemed to fill with tears, just like mine, and from time to time you wagged your tail, you were relaxed and not suffering yet. I phoned the vet to cancel the evening visit and asked him to come round as soon as possible. I didn't dare carry you to bed for fear of hurting you, so I snuggled up to you, stroked you and cried my eyes out. The vet arrived around 11:30. Your pretty, charming eyes closed, and then you opened them again to bid me a final farewell and say thank you, wagging your tail slightly. You faded away in my arm, cheek against cheek, your loving eyes extinguished forever and you left in peace on your cloud. I wrapped you in a blanket and held you close to my heart, feeling your body warm against me, but the life you loved so much had left you. Bon voyage my Main-Main, be happy in your new life. |
English (United Kingdom)