Bambi turned 12 years old last February. Somehow, I have this gut feeling that it'll be her last year on Earth. She was 84 years old in dog years.
I wish I can say that she was just a dog but I can't, because she was not. For me, she was the perfect dog. A good listener, a lovable pet, a toy, and a fierce guard dog. She comforted me during the darkest period of my life.
I am just sorry that since my Quino was born 10 months ago, I spent little time with her. I know she understood since everytime I wasn't holding Quino, she'd known that it was the only time she can play with me.
My family felt Bambi's days were numbered since last week. She was just so weak. We know it's because of old age. Yesterday, when I went to her, she did not even wiggle her tail, that was how weak she was. I saw a drop or two of her tears, and it just broke my heart. I knew from then on that I have to let her go. So I thanked her and told her to rest peacefully. She'd been the best dog a human can have.
Last night, at 11:57, my brother texted me and said Bambi just died...
Bambi the Dog
02.04.2000 - 04.15.2012