Yesterday my dog died.
His name was Denim and he was 4 years old and 10 months. He is a full bred Labrador that is as tall as me when he’s standing. I did not know he’s sick but mom found him lying on his side and not breathing in his pen yesterday morning.
He had a shiny black fur with a white spot in his chest. He was nice, sweet and very obedient. His only vice was chewing on plastic pails. I know deep within me, I’ve never taken care of him as much as he would want me to, save when he was a pup – but I gave my best. I believe while he was sick he did not see me for days on end because I was away for work. How he died I would never know. But he was always sickly.
They say all dogs go to heaven and I hope he is there. Free to run in wide open spaces, playing catch with his new master and just staying safe and never hungry.
I will miss him. He was a good dog.