The silly dog has been a bit down recently, a bit of small cuts here and there. With a pus in between the pads of his left hind leg, a little cut over the eyelid (healing), a little wound at the pad of his right hind leg. Mum will be keeping her eyes on him, and if he doesn't get better over the next 2 days, off to the vet he'll go!
So, why am I here? Well, today marks a whole year of my brother, Prince's passing. As you guys know, my brother and I were adopted by Mum from her friend's family. Our former family didn't look after our welfare, did not interact with us, or play with us or anything of that sort. When she first saw the condition Prince was in, she was shocked.
You see, Prince had this lump over his tummy. A huge lump, in relation to his tiny body. He was too skinny as well, but a very sweet boy according to Mum. His lump was infected, there was dried blood on it, there was pus, it was very very bad. So that night, Mum told the other hoomans that she will bring us to the vet, and when we get better, the hoomans can bring us back.
Mum had to keep us in seperated houses because well, his lump seemed really bad, and I had a tiny lump on my tummy as well; she was worried that the lump might pass on to me. & also because, I always squabble with him. (Well, he gave me a ear piercing in one of my ear! Does that make me a better boy?)
Prince had to go through a lot of pain because of the negligence of our former hoomans. The vet taught Mum to clean the wound, disinfect the wound, and apply medication on the wound. & Mum did it every single night without fail and complaint. But the one thing that was bothering her was, why haven't the former hoomans called her for an update? Weren't they concerned about our welfare? She didn't mention about us to the hoomans, thinking that they must be busy, or something.
With each passing day, Prince grew weaker and weaker. He couldn't deal with the treatment he had to go through. It was too painful. He lost weight, and became alarmingly skinny. The lump was too big, and was still growing despite the treatment, and eventually spreaded to his front legs. Eventually, his movements were restricted, he couldn't run or walk normally, he couldn't even eat properly. He had no strength to crack sunflower seeds by himself, Mum had to do it for him. Everyday, Mum watched him deteriorate, and blamed herself for his failing body.
Came the day when my dearest brother could not move, not a limp, but was just dragging his body around. & Mum's decision to let my brother rest in peace, without the pain and suffering he got to endure because of negligent hoomans.
Now I know my brother is over at the Rainbow Bridge, with precious Bobo, running free and climbing up and down, waiting for us all.
R.i.P, dearest brother.
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