Its been 2 years since Bonza, my dog, my best friend passed away. I still remember sitting in the backyard, scratching his ear, on the day I was rushed into hospital and told I had leukaemia. I knew something was wrong... I could feel it. And I wanted to stay on that chair with him forever... That was the second hardest day of my life. I still remember him jumping on me in joy when I came back after my first chemo... so much like this dog and the soldier. Even though Id lost my hair, half my weight and even though I hadnt seen him in 2 months.. he still recognised me and still loved me as much as I loved him. The hardest day of my life wasnt when I was diagnosed, or when I was told Id relapsed... but 2 years ago, when we had to put him down because he had his own cancer. He wasnt lucky enough to be able to be cured of it as Ive been... I hated that I never got to spend much time with him over the last few months of his life for fear of getting infections. I hated watching as he suffered while we couldnt do anything... I hated having to let him go. But I know hes in a better place now. RIP Bonza - the best, most loyal, most compassionate (and I mean that... he could definitely sense when I was worried or angry or scared) friend anyone could ever have - 10/8/2002 - 28/7/12 The story of the day I was diagnosed. I still remember that hour or so I spent with him vividly. nikhilthegrizzlybear.blogspot.au/2014/02/how-did-you-find-out-you-had-cancer.html
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 09:27:14 +0000
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