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In tribute to My Canaille of loveThanks to Francis |
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I'll long remember our last cuddle, you with your head wet with tears and me with my face wet with tears too, but especially with your last kisses to your dad. You understood that it was your last and that you were about to leave on a long journey with no return. We'd been treating you for intestinal problems for a few weeks, but the medication wasn't having much effect, and you still had soft, funny-colored bowels. The vet carried out further, more in-depth examinations, and the verdict was in: an inoperable liver tumour. A new treatment was prescribed, but you didn't want to eat any more, except for your beautiful steak in the morning and evening, but that wasn't enough to get you back on your feet, you were losing weight and your skin was getting uglier and uglier, black as if there had been a haemorrhage. You were very brave and clean, and you did your best to go to the garden, even if I sometimes gave you a hand. I realized that this damn cancer was gaining ground and that medicine was powerless. So on July 23, 2009, I had a responsibility to take, I had a duty to you, I didn't want you to start suffering or risk you becoming like a plant, so I made the decision to give you your most beautiful and last gift, to free you from this disease and send you to your brothers on the rainbow bridge. But how difficult it is to have to decide on the life of a loved one and how hard it is to spend the last hours with her, but the hardest was the moment when you closed your pretty eyes and left for your cloud, I thought my heart would burst as I held you so close to me, your head on my shoulder against my face. You've always been a very sweet, cuddly, clean little dog, I didn't know you had any faults, but this damn cancer has come to shatter the 14 years we've lived together. Be happy my darling Moumoune, have fun with your brothers and save a place for me, so that when my time comes, I can find you forever. I love you, my Canaille d'amour. |