This is very, very hard to say. But I have to say it. Today, we learned that our Yoshi, my 13 year old Boston Terrier, has advanced cancer. At best, assuming he can survive the surgery, and the odds are not good, he will have three to six months. On chemo. In pain for most of that time. With my shield or on it, I say. But as the closest Ive had to being a father, having rescued him as an emaciated, anemic puppy and raised him, often carrying him like a baby when he was too weak to walk, this is almost too much to bear. But I will. Not because it is what is best for me, or for Jennifer, but because it is what is best for him. Shortly, Ill be traveling to hospital to give my goodbyes. I cannot be there at the end... It is too much. But I will not allow him to feel that he is being discarded. They come into our lives so quickly. They give unconditional love. And they are stricken down like so much chaff. One of the cruelties of the universe that I do not understand. That I cannot understand. So, goodbye. Heart of a lion. Who loved everyone. Who kissed my face when I had my nightmares. Who nuzzled my special needs sister when she was sad and depressed and made her laugh. You were an angel, a saint, the closest thing to an Angel I have ever experienced while trapped within this mortal coil. Rest now Yoshimitsu Saburo Sakai. Land the final flight. My little fighter ace. My champion. The bravest creature I have ever known. Your duties on the fields of Mars have come to an end. To Elysium, my guardian, and find peace with the brother and sister who departed you too early. You have done your duty. Sleep now. Travel well.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 01:00:00 +0000
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