Scobi been with us for around 12-17 years. Seeing him getting sick by the day was excruciating. The tests haven’t came in but they think its that one decease that takes some expensive surgery to recover- but Scobi was too old and would not survive it.

A whole week i watched as scobi would get worse and worse. He started by having some horrible breath, then started laying down more, slowly stopped eating and stated puking more, stoped barking or making any sound. His last day he walked around the house and took a good look around where he lived his whole life before laying down and not getting back up anymore.

He was motionless for a whole day, only breathing and blinking. I sat down with him when it was around 12am and had a talk with him about how he was fighting to stay alive but he had to give up and cary on, he was only suffering and we can’t even afford the money to put him down.

I went to sleep. When i woke up, no motion, no blinking, no breathing. He had died. It was both a relief and a wave of sadness, he was suffering allot and he was free from it, but i lost the little guy that was around us for so many years…

Right now im getting used to this new surroundings without him, i look down to make sure im not stepping on him, or open the door to let him go out to pee, but he isn’t here anymore.

This is a reminder that life is not eternal. We all have a time ticking, live life in a way that when is too late to change that you accept you had a good life, don’t waste it out to when its time for you to go you feel unfulfilled and unhappy, you never know what’s happening in the next week.