Today I got word that a cherished member of our family passed away.
We learned just before Christmas that my brother’s dog, M0by, had cancer and did not have long to live. They could have put him through chemo treatments, but that would have only extended his life for a few months and would have subjected him to unnecessary trauma. They opted for some medication that would ease any pain and to let him go surrounded by the family and the familiar surroundings of which he was such a big part.
He looked fine at Christmas, maybe a little slower than usual, but he was the same gentle teddy bear that he has been since day one. He got a lot of extra attention that day; most of us knew it would be our last chance to stroke his soft fur or nuzzle his snugly neck. M0by was the “first grandchild”, joining the family 10 years ago. He was welcomed and loved wherever he went; he was the perfect dog. Rest in peace, sweet M0by. You will be missed.