Four years has passed since my dog Fall, died. I thought I'm already over his death. I thought I was already okay with him gone. Apparently, I wasn't.
This afternoon, I saw a short video clip on Facebook. It's about a dog. His person was killed in the middle of the street. And the dog never left his side. He watched over him as the police secured the place. He just lay there, never leaving his person's side. It touched my heart. Loyal friends, dogs are. And I thought of Fall. (Click here to read about Fall's story.)
|July 18, 2008. Fall got sick. 6 days after, he died.|
This is the last picture I took of him. My happy dog, Fall.
The memory of Fall, fighting for his life, brought tears to my eyes. I was there, and I never left his side. I remember that last few minutes, when he looked at me and licked my nose.. as if saying "I love you. Don't worry. Everything will be fine." For a brief moment, I understood him.
He died in my arms. July 24, 2008. And I miss him terribly.