One dog less in the world
It was sunday night when I phoned home. Along with many good news from Brazil came a sad one. Our 11-year-old rotweiller had cancer and had to be killed. Painless death, they said. My last dog died after 4 days of pain and moarn, some years ago. This time they decided to relief Atila from his sore body and let him go. It all happened last week.
After I got the news, I couldn't stop wondering about how hard it is to take this decision. I mean, you have to decide between killing your 11-year-old pal or giving him 4 painful more months of life. You must have enough peace of mind to do it without feeling guilty. Or you might just don't give a shit about it, which is not the case.
Anyway, when you decide to do it, it's just like giving something up, but it's also giving him relief and letting him go. Took me a while to understand how important this could've been for him, that is now somewhere else, without his sore leg and probably in peace. I (selfish) confess that I felt somehow relieved for not being there at this difficul moment.
Thanx Atila for those 11 years you'd taken care of my house and my family.
Rest in peace, my friend.
