"All dogs go to heaven, right?"

Joy's body was cremated on Monday,
And his ashes now reside at my brother's place,
Together with the chain that he used to wear.

Sigh.

I feel a lot better already,
Though it was hard accepting his death initially.

The whole episode just seemed so surreal.

Sometimes I would forget that he's not around anymore.
I would wake up in the morning,
(Afternoon, actually)
And open the door,
Expecting him to be sleeping in the driveway, as usual.

Of course,
I really regret not spending enough time with him in the past;
Though I'm really thankful for the fact,
That I decided to devote a lot more time and attention,
To Joy this year.

A little late, perhaps.

In the end,
We had no choice but to resort to euthanasia.
He was barely conscious,
When we visited for the last time on Saturday,
And his blood test results,
Indicated a rise in the level of toxins in his body.
An evident sign,
That his kidneys are not responding to the treatment.

I didn't want to let him go,
But as I've said, we had no other choice:
There was no purpose in prolonging his suffering.

I just hope that the title is true.