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... I’ll miss you, my baby boy, my loyal best friend...
5 years ago
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... on December 7th, 2011... a sweet lil pure bred boxer puppy was born...
... on December 24th, 2011... we’ve adopted the sweet lip puppy into our family, named him “Seven” for his birthmark on his torso, being a large white ‘7’ symbol...
I went away to Mexico around December 28th, 2011... and when I came back 3 weeks later on January 18, 2012... he was a taller very active and happy puppers full of energy...
From then on, I’ve loved him and cared for him for walks, feeding, water, those impossible baths he disliked a lot, even sleeping on his back like we do since my brother had him sleeping right next to him in bed to keep him company... the years went by, I’ve made some friends, and I’ve lost some..... but no matter what, he was always there, always to keep my spirits up even in my dark days... and I’ve always been calling him “My beshtesh behbii boui” everyday when I come into the room and see him just chillin and relaxing...
I was scared when he started growing a tumor, but it was from a nasty bug bite that kept growing from the pus and when we got him to surgery to cut that skin off entirely, he was a silly loopy puppers by the age of 5 by August 24th, 2017, and still pulls all of us when we go out for walks from how much muscle he has on him... His energy was always so high we had to take super long walks until he was satisfied.
Then... On November 11th, 2019... he was starting to bloat, he was sluggish, and had a seizure... we got him to a doctor a few days later and came up nothing... he was still, 7 years old, our Seven... and by December, he became 8... on January 5th, 2020... we took him to a doctor to give him a full check-up... since he was 2 he hated all doctors and would snap at them if anyone tried to reach out to him... he was mellow and calm when they gave him the whole check up.....
They told us, he has Heart Failure... his heart was too big and stretched out that it makes it difficult to pump blood around, and because it’s so big it would hit his Trachea a lot which explains why he coughs a lot and gets super exhausted cause he was short of breath... they gave us between 1-3 months for him to live... I was scared, very much so... but I had to bring myself back up and stay determined, stay courageous, and above all... I stayed smiling, no matter How much the dread felt of his time running out...
Every since then, I stayed up late to make sure he takes his medicine, and then take him out to relieve himself since most of the pills are diuretics and makes him drain his system to prevent himself from swelling so much due to the heart failure making him build up excess fluids in his waist... he didn’t hold it sometimes, I was annoyed yes, but I still cleaned it up as much as I can and stayed up late enough so he gets his medicine right on the dot and taken outside to have an empty bladder when he sleeps...
... March 20th, 2020... Covid19 lockdown and social distancing was in effect... everyone was trying hard to adjust and take extreme caution in the world at this moment, and I was still focused so much on my dog and him being around help soothe my sadness... the pain, anxiety, and depression I’ve went through since December 7th and even worst by February 15th... he was not just my best friend, he was my stable rock to ease me enough to ask for some help by true good friends and family... so when lockdown happened I had to not be afraid and still smile through it for my dog, because if he’s happy then I should be happy for him too...
April... between the 6th to 24th, he had a couple seizures, and my family were thinking of putting him down so he won’t suffer from it... me... I, NEVER backed down and refuse to let that happen, they got mad yes and they say it’s inhumane and making him suffer, but I stood by my resolve to refuse to put him to sleep, and hoping he can stay and hold on just a bit longer, just a little more...
May 1st, 2020... my birthday... he was still alive, and still active no matter what, the true friends I still have wished me a good birthday, but I was the most happiest to know my dog, ‘Seven’, was still around... and I couldn’t be any more happier in my life knowing he was still with us... the doctors were even baffled he lasted 5 months which they did not expected, but it did happened and by then, I had to try and steel my nerves for the potential of him probably giving out...
July 4th, 2020... it was Independence Day, and normally he would freak out from the fireworks, but due to the social distancing it wasn’t as loud as the previous years, so he stayed in the room with us by our feet and lay there relaxing, even taking him out he was calm and just came back in after relieving himself, we’ve fed him fat pieces of steak and a huge juicy bone from a cow so he can chew on it and enjoy it to celebrate it... I still smile even then seeing how happy he was and always spoiled him since my birthday to show how much I was willing to go above and beyond to give him all the treats and attention he deserves and live it up like a king...
......................it’s hard to type this down, hard for me to get this far... but, it’s also hard to keep a smile, while letting the tears flow down... but I still promised, to go above and beyond for him, so while I can, just right now... I’ll smile till the end of this journal, because I stayed that way for his sakes, as he always did for mine...
..... July 8th, 2020... at 8am, he was whining to go out... gave him his medicine and let him relax outside in the sun as he always does, laying on his back... rolling around, making those weird faces like he’s saying “ohhhh yeeeeaaaa this concrete ground under the sun is reeeeeaaaaaal nice.... the F$&@ you guys looking at?” That silly dog... at around 12pm to give him his medicine, I snuck in not one, but TWO whole cans of wet dog food just for him since I felt today he should be given extra juicy food... I went to help out my step dad and brother with some work and when we came back it was 2:20pm, he knew we came back cause he was staring, and judging us, from the window and was happy to see us back. At 3pm I gave him his next medicine and let him relax in the room with us before I left with my siblings to go out and get something to eat and do a little errand for our mother... 6:50pm, he wanted to come inside, so we open the door so he can walk around in the kitchen with me and my three siblings, all laughing and happy and poking fun at one another, even fed him some juicy fresh meat from the place we went since he always loved to be spoiled... it was so happy, he was so happy, he loved getting pet and be given all the attention from all four of us at once... it was such a beautiful sight to see how content he was, so... beautiful........ so...... happy.....
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........ 6:55pm
.................... he had a sudden seizure, he collapse and we got up to tend to him.... he was jerking around, unresponsive, this one was big..... I held his paw and rub his chest to make sure he knows we’re all here... we held his head to make sure he doesn’t hit it on the floor while minding his mouth..... he was slowing down, he was still not responding..... those were the most stressful 5mins, in my entire life.... he wasn’t responding, he was gasping for air slowly....
and again.........
and, again.........
and...... again......................
.....and again........
....... and, one more, time.....
....... on 7pm, during a sunset here in California... on July 8th, 2020..... in a kitchen with four loving siblings....... ‘Seven’, our precious baby boy of 8 years old... he has passed away, taking his final breath... surrounded by all four siblings who all love him, so ever much... his last meal was large pork slices from a ramen bowl with extra fat in them...
his breathing, still...
His heartbeat, silent...
His body, slowly turning cold...
..... we all held onto him, knowing in his absolute final moments..... he can now rest, without pain, without the urge to relieve himself from the medicine... he’s now forever resting, as we put him on his favorite blanket, wrap him up... and took him to a pet hospital... his body will be cremated, his pawprint will be molded on clay, but our love..... our love for him will never, ever, go away... on the car ride there, I still talk to his body, knowing he always loved car rides and looking out at his favorite window so at least his body can enjoy what I can still spoil him with... and before his body was taken away... I lean down, kiss his head and press my face on top of his head, resisting but failing to hold back any tears... after I take a hard breath, I smile down and just let the tears fall...
My last words to him... “you have, and always will be, my bestest baby boy... and no one in the world will take that away from you... Here’s to you, rest forever, in our Hearts... our Lucky Seven...” they took him inside, and within 2 weeks, we’ll have his ashes in an urn and his pawprint on clay with it so we can always remember him...
Our time together, was short, sadly less then a decade with us..... but, I’ll still smile, for you bestest boy... because to us it was a short 8 years, but to you... it was your entire life when we picked you up as a baby, and came together to see you off... I just hope, that throughout your life, you were always happy to know this family loved you so ever much... and no one will take away those memories we’ve had with you... and someday, when my time has come, I want to see you again... and tell you again and again, you are and always will be: Our Lucky Seven, The Bestest Baby Boy...
Rest Forever, In Our Hearts... Our Bestest Baby Boy...
... on December 24th, 2011... we’ve adopted the sweet lip puppy into our family, named him “Seven” for his birthmark on his torso, being a large white ‘7’ symbol...
I went away to Mexico around December 28th, 2011... and when I came back 3 weeks later on January 18, 2012... he was a taller very active and happy puppers full of energy...
From then on, I’ve loved him and cared for him for walks, feeding, water, those impossible baths he disliked a lot, even sleeping on his back like we do since my brother had him sleeping right next to him in bed to keep him company... the years went by, I’ve made some friends, and I’ve lost some..... but no matter what, he was always there, always to keep my spirits up even in my dark days... and I’ve always been calling him “My beshtesh behbii boui” everyday when I come into the room and see him just chillin and relaxing...
I was scared when he started growing a tumor, but it was from a nasty bug bite that kept growing from the pus and when we got him to surgery to cut that skin off entirely, he was a silly loopy puppers by the age of 5 by August 24th, 2017, and still pulls all of us when we go out for walks from how much muscle he has on him... His energy was always so high we had to take super long walks until he was satisfied.
Then... On November 11th, 2019... he was starting to bloat, he was sluggish, and had a seizure... we got him to a doctor a few days later and came up nothing... he was still, 7 years old, our Seven... and by December, he became 8... on January 5th, 2020... we took him to a doctor to give him a full check-up... since he was 2 he hated all doctors and would snap at them if anyone tried to reach out to him... he was mellow and calm when they gave him the whole check up.....
They told us, he has Heart Failure... his heart was too big and stretched out that it makes it difficult to pump blood around, and because it’s so big it would hit his Trachea a lot which explains why he coughs a lot and gets super exhausted cause he was short of breath... they gave us between 1-3 months for him to live... I was scared, very much so... but I had to bring myself back up and stay determined, stay courageous, and above all... I stayed smiling, no matter How much the dread felt of his time running out...
Every since then, I stayed up late to make sure he takes his medicine, and then take him out to relieve himself since most of the pills are diuretics and makes him drain his system to prevent himself from swelling so much due to the heart failure making him build up excess fluids in his waist... he didn’t hold it sometimes, I was annoyed yes, but I still cleaned it up as much as I can and stayed up late enough so he gets his medicine right on the dot and taken outside to have an empty bladder when he sleeps...
... March 20th, 2020... Covid19 lockdown and social distancing was in effect... everyone was trying hard to adjust and take extreme caution in the world at this moment, and I was still focused so much on my dog and him being around help soothe my sadness... the pain, anxiety, and depression I’ve went through since December 7th and even worst by February 15th... he was not just my best friend, he was my stable rock to ease me enough to ask for some help by true good friends and family... so when lockdown happened I had to not be afraid and still smile through it for my dog, because if he’s happy then I should be happy for him too...
April... between the 6th to 24th, he had a couple seizures, and my family were thinking of putting him down so he won’t suffer from it... me... I, NEVER backed down and refuse to let that happen, they got mad yes and they say it’s inhumane and making him suffer, but I stood by my resolve to refuse to put him to sleep, and hoping he can stay and hold on just a bit longer, just a little more...
May 1st, 2020... my birthday... he was still alive, and still active no matter what, the true friends I still have wished me a good birthday, but I was the most happiest to know my dog, ‘Seven’, was still around... and I couldn’t be any more happier in my life knowing he was still with us... the doctors were even baffled he lasted 5 months which they did not expected, but it did happened and by then, I had to try and steel my nerves for the potential of him probably giving out...
July 4th, 2020... it was Independence Day, and normally he would freak out from the fireworks, but due to the social distancing it wasn’t as loud as the previous years, so he stayed in the room with us by our feet and lay there relaxing, even taking him out he was calm and just came back in after relieving himself, we’ve fed him fat pieces of steak and a huge juicy bone from a cow so he can chew on it and enjoy it to celebrate it... I still smile even then seeing how happy he was and always spoiled him since my birthday to show how much I was willing to go above and beyond to give him all the treats and attention he deserves and live it up like a king...
......................it’s hard to type this down, hard for me to get this far... but, it’s also hard to keep a smile, while letting the tears flow down... but I still promised, to go above and beyond for him, so while I can, just right now... I’ll smile till the end of this journal, because I stayed that way for his sakes, as he always did for mine...
..... July 8th, 2020... at 8am, he was whining to go out... gave him his medicine and let him relax outside in the sun as he always does, laying on his back... rolling around, making those weird faces like he’s saying “ohhhh yeeeeaaaa this concrete ground under the sun is reeeeeaaaaaal nice.... the F$&@ you guys looking at?” That silly dog... at around 12pm to give him his medicine, I snuck in not one, but TWO whole cans of wet dog food just for him since I felt today he should be given extra juicy food... I went to help out my step dad and brother with some work and when we came back it was 2:20pm, he knew we came back cause he was staring, and judging us, from the window and was happy to see us back. At 3pm I gave him his next medicine and let him relax in the room with us before I left with my siblings to go out and get something to eat and do a little errand for our mother... 6:50pm, he wanted to come inside, so we open the door so he can walk around in the kitchen with me and my three siblings, all laughing and happy and poking fun at one another, even fed him some juicy fresh meat from the place we went since he always loved to be spoiled... it was so happy, he was so happy, he loved getting pet and be given all the attention from all four of us at once... it was such a beautiful sight to see how content he was, so... beautiful........ so...... happy.....
....................
....................
........ 6:55pm
.................... he had a sudden seizure, he collapse and we got up to tend to him.... he was jerking around, unresponsive, this one was big..... I held his paw and rub his chest to make sure he knows we’re all here... we held his head to make sure he doesn’t hit it on the floor while minding his mouth..... he was slowing down, he was still not responding..... those were the most stressful 5mins, in my entire life.... he wasn’t responding, he was gasping for air slowly....
and again.........
and, again.........
and...... again......................
.....and again........
....... and, one more, time.....
....... on 7pm, during a sunset here in California... on July 8th, 2020..... in a kitchen with four loving siblings....... ‘Seven’, our precious baby boy of 8 years old... he has passed away, taking his final breath... surrounded by all four siblings who all love him, so ever much... his last meal was large pork slices from a ramen bowl with extra fat in them...
his breathing, still...
His heartbeat, silent...
His body, slowly turning cold...
..... we all held onto him, knowing in his absolute final moments..... he can now rest, without pain, without the urge to relieve himself from the medicine... he’s now forever resting, as we put him on his favorite blanket, wrap him up... and took him to a pet hospital... his body will be cremated, his pawprint will be molded on clay, but our love..... our love for him will never, ever, go away... on the car ride there, I still talk to his body, knowing he always loved car rides and looking out at his favorite window so at least his body can enjoy what I can still spoil him with... and before his body was taken away... I lean down, kiss his head and press my face on top of his head, resisting but failing to hold back any tears... after I take a hard breath, I smile down and just let the tears fall...
My last words to him... “you have, and always will be, my bestest baby boy... and no one in the world will take that away from you... Here’s to you, rest forever, in our Hearts... our Lucky Seven...” they took him inside, and within 2 weeks, we’ll have his ashes in an urn and his pawprint on clay with it so we can always remember him...
Our time together, was short, sadly less then a decade with us..... but, I’ll still smile, for you bestest boy... because to us it was a short 8 years, but to you... it was your entire life when we picked you up as a baby, and came together to see you off... I just hope, that throughout your life, you were always happy to know this family loved you so ever much... and no one will take away those memories we’ve had with you... and someday, when my time has come, I want to see you again... and tell you again and again, you are and always will be: Our Lucky Seven, The Bestest Baby Boy...
Rest Forever, In Our Hearts... Our Bestest Baby Boy...
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