My Good Boye Went to Heaven.
No matter how many times it happens, it never gets easier or hurt any less. Our beloved wiggle worm, Adibi, crossed the rainbow bridge on Friday. We had him in our lives for over 10 years, and trust me when I say that I wanted 10 more....then 10 more...then 10 more after that. He fit the boxer mold to a T: high energy, high love, high amount of kisses and snuggles, big goofy boy.
He had been diagnosed with cancer earlier last year and has been fighting it ever since. He spent the last year on Chemo trying to fight it away, and his health really regressed downhill the last month or so. He lost appetite, ability to control bodily fluids, and no amount of love and kisses and medicine was making him better. The decision was tough, but we knew he'd be done with the pain he was dealing with every day.
I sat down and explained to my 5 year old son and 3 year old daughter what was happening and the decision we had made. My daughter didn't quite grasp it, but my son did. He sat with me, with tears welling up in his eyes as I told him Adibi is going to the doggy hospital and they are going to help him get to doggy heaven (I used specific terms as to not associate hospitals with death). He took it in for a few minutes, and I asked him "Do you understand what's happening?" He said "yes", and I followed up "Adibi and I are going, but Adibi won't be coming back". And then with tears in his eyes, and his voice cracking he said "But I want him to come back". I lost it friends.... I never cried so hard in my life.
And so Adibi and I spent our last day together doing what he loves. He loved walks, but couldn't get out much because of the pain. But that day, he found the energy to come with me to pick our son up from the bus stop. He got unlimited snuggles and kisses, and a chance to say goodbye to everyone. He went one one last car ride (his favorite) with a stop at McD's for his last meal. He chose a double quarter pounder with cheese and french fries (good boy!). My boy was put to sleep in my arms while I cried a million tears. He's now playing with Copper (our other boxer who died a couple of years ago) as though they were puppies again. I will miss him....every day. It will get easier, and it helps to know I got one last day to spoil him rotten. RIP Buddy, you always were and always will be ....a good boye.
Pics of our last day and when he was a young pup: https://imgur.com/gallery/iRfUt
Submitted February 05, 2018 at 11:24AM by DasGootz
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