Family Picture
People say that when there is death, there is also new life. I wonder if it is true for dogs?
Today is April 1st, Fool’s Day to be exact. This day will always be memorable to me because Bronx was born on this day. For those who don’t know who Bronx is, he is my family dog. He came to us as a coincidence and I think it was fate, but who knows…. All I know is that the love he had for my family and I has changed who we are and how we live our lives for the better…. Who would have known that a dog could have so much power and influence on one’s life. Who would have also known that on Bronx’s 12th birthday, we would be celebrating not only his birth but also his last few days on earth…
I called the vet today at 4pm and booked an appointment for Bronx to be put down on Saturday, April 4th, 2009 at 4:30pm. It’s hard to play “God,” to put a life in your hands and decide when that life should be lived or be taken away. My mind plays a broken record, contemplating on when to let Bronx go. Do we part from Bronx when he seems to be ‘relatively’ okay or do we play the waiting game until we see him suffer even more? Which is the best way? I don’t think anyone will ever know…
