Goodbye my love

I received news today that my beloved dog, Whisky, had passed away because of age. I am convinced that he (yes, Whisky's a male dog) has lived his life satisfactorily and exceedingly happy. We had him since he was a month's old puppy. My dad fell in love with Whisky on first sight and decided to get it for my mother as a family pet.

Whisky is generally dark brown overall with obvious light brown spots above his hypnotic and convincing eyes, and lightly brown-greyish colored running from under his chin all the back to his base (where he'd sit upright), and partial beige paws. He's got a slightly long mouth that give him ample of space to stuff food in and swallowing them impatiently when the food's still half masticated. In all ways, he's a very cute and handsome, & undeniably intelligent dog with wits and IQ that never cease to startle us.

He's been living with us since 1990/1. That's 16 human years. It is a common belief that 1 human year is equal to 10.5 dog years for the first 2 years, since dogs reach adulthood within the first couple of [human] years, and 1 human year = 4 dog years thereafter. Based on this common belief, that makes Whisky 73-75 years old.

He has been a very faithful, loyal, and brave canine filled of enegy, charisma, and charm. Whisky has been blessed and he has given us his blessing. Our days with Whisky take us a long way back, and reminiscing those memories will only bring more joy and laughters, however, more tears and sorrows now that he's gone.

In fact, I find it quite unfair towards Whisky to say that he's left us. It was my brother and I who have left him first leaving him waiting, and waiting for over 3 years before I first return from Canada. That's at least 25 doggie years! A quarter of his lifespan. I personally feel very sorry to him and it hurts so much!

My father personally buried Whisky in our backyard, and my brother and I wasn't there. We're very sure one of his last thoughts before he breathed his last was, among other things, wondering where could my brother and I be.

Nevertheless, I believe my family and I are in agreement that Whisky is now in a better place where he doesn't need to chase rats any more, or cats/kittens around the compound of our house, or even catch birds, or more significantly, he doesn't need to kill iguana's for us anymore. He kept peace in our household. And he left in peace. We know he's in dog heaven at this moment, where he can rest in peace.

May God of the Heaven bless Whisky forever & ever. Amen.