Gone Too Soon

Yesterday was a very sad day. My husband's dog, Knuckles - a French Bulldog, passed away. I heard the devastating news when I was at work. You see, he's been at the vet's clinic since Tuesday. He wasn't his usual perky self and wasn't eating. He was also coughing and vomiting. 

The doctor did lab tests and everything came back normal except for the wheezing sound of his breathing. It was probably due to the weather, just like what happens in humans. While he was at the vet's, Knuckles would eat but sometimes vomit. The doctor said he had a bacterial infection in his lungs so he was being treated with antibiotics. The doctor also said that he's been showing signs that he was getting better so he suggested to continue his recovery at home where he could be with us which actually helps sick dogs get better faster.

He was supposed to come home yesterday. When my husband called and said he was at the vet's, I excitedly asked if he can come home already. And he told me the bad news. I was really shocked. He's only been with us for about three months. It was like impossible! Dogs live waaaaaaaay longer. When he was brought to the vet, I never thought that he had something real serious because he was still a baby. It's just too fast. Too soon.

Knuckles was 8 months old when my husband got him. Initially, I wasn't so fond of him because I'm used to cute and furry dogs like Shi Tzus and Japanese Spitzs. And he was big and really rowdy. He'd walk along with me and would always hit my legs and would cause me to slightly trip.

The other dogs in the house (we have seven) wouldn't play with Knuckles so much because he likes it really rough.

Our daughters didn't play with him often too, especially our three-year-old. They couldn't keep up with his energy. And he loved teething on their toys.

But he was really a sweet dog. He liked hanging around with me especially when I'm working and he'd play under my table and then sometimes just stare at me.

He was a nice and good dog. And soon enough, I found him really endearing! And I have already memorized his cute scrunchy face in my mind.

Knuckles was our little baby boy!

And he is dearly missed. So very much.

RAINBOW BRIDGE

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... 

Until we meet again, Knuckles... xoxo

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