Is He Or Is He Not My Friend?

Regular readers of my blogs would know that I lost my dear Dino slightly over a month ago.

There was a friend who got news that Dino died by reading my blog. He did not leave me a comment or called me up like some of my friends did. I appreciate those who took the trouble to call me up from out of state and even out of the country, to ask if I am fine and offered their condolence, knowing how close I am with Dino.

So there was this friend who after reading my post, wrote on his FaceBook profile where it says, "What are you doing now?" and he wrote that he was "Sorry about Dino".

Yesterday, he sent me a text message, about forty days after the tragic incident and asked me how I am and said that he was sorry about Snoopy. Niamah... is he my friend or what? If he is going to say the wrong name, might as well don't say anything, right? I was so pissed off!

Snoopy and Dino may be "just animals" to others but they are family to me. It's just as bad as knowing that someone's father died and there are people offering condolence because the mother died.

My Friend’s Dog Died

My friend called me up a couple of evenings ago to inform that his dog just died. I felt very bad because I know how it could be but he was fine with it. In fact, he said that he was kind of relieved that it ended because for the past year, the dog had been suffering from a sickness that humans know as lupus. It’s like cancer of the blood and her immune system broke down and sort of attacks her own good cells.

It was quite painful for the dog, though she did not show it, and my friend’s family and my friend had to decide if she would be better off being put to sleep. That is every pet owner’s nightmare. My friend decided not to put her to sleep so the sickness just dragged on.

In a way, I am glad that he called up to talk to me and showed that he is concerned about me coping with the loss of Dino and allowed me the opportunity to compare the death of Dino and his dog. Really, there’s no escape from such things is we want to keep a pet. My friend still has two dogs, but those are his mother’s responsibility, not his. He has also sworn off keeping pets. SIGH!

What Do You Do When Depressed?

I just want to sleep and don't want to do anything. I think I have slept for the longest hours in one stretch that I did not do for the past 2 - 3 years! And I am still sleepy! It is as if all the sleep that I had taken is never enough. But I know that I am actually not "sleeping". I just want to lie in bed and not do anything.

Which is exactly what I have been doing these few days: NOT DO A THING.

I know some people, when they are depressive, they tend to just eat and eat and eat. Luckily, I am the opposite, I can’t eat anything at all! Well, isn't that a good way for me to shed some fat off?

My poor Dino baby, I can’t help but think that we could have done more for him. My poor Dino..... did the vet hasten your demise? :(

FAREWELL DINO

6th June, 2008

My Dino passed away today as a result of complications from fits. I was caught by surprise by his fits this time as the weather was excellent though I understand all too well his accumulation of anxiety.

As a pet owner, it is always difficult to swallow when our pet dies. Doubts start to creep in if we had made the right decisions at that point in time.

We start to question if the vet had administered the right kind of treatment but these are all self-defeating.

I will write more when I am in a better frame of mind.