Today's afternoon at 3:30pm. My beloved dog, Bobo has become one with the force.

She died as a result of stokes. There was little pain and suffering.

She fainted into unconsciousness, then in my sister's arms her heartbeats faded away.

She had her 1st stoke 3 weeks ago, and had been living on borrowed time since then.

Yesterday, she savoured all her meals, energetically went up and down the stairs, took a walk in the yard, and spent time with all members of the family ( including the cat ), then finally slept beside my mom for the night.

She was simply living her life to the fullness, seemingly knowing her end is near.

I pet her head and bid her goodbye in the morning, before heading to work.

And later, pet her skull and bid her goodbye, leaving the vet's office.

You're my 1st dog. I'll miss you always.

Until that day... Till all are one.