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Today, I received a phone call from my mother about 7pm. She frantically was trying to reach me. It appears that around 5, my dog, Sinchi had a massive heartattack. He tried to regain his footing, he tried to fight for his life, but sadly he couldn't. He fell down, and hit his head in the process. A few minutes later he was gone. I was at Jeff's house, we were celebrating his just hearing that he'd need very minor surgery on his back to relieve the pain. He and his mother were both understanding and jeff went back home with me. When I got home, my mother was on the porch steps, begging Sinchi to wake up again. She was crying hysterically, begging this poor lifeless dog to get up and ask for affection. He was lying there, looking like he was just napping. My big, tough doggie... was gone.
We took him to this wonderful place, that was just amazing. We are going to get him cremated, and have his ashes in a "hope chest" urn. I am planning on planting a little garden in his favorite spot in the backyard. Maybe planting a little shrub for him.
It is incredibly difficult for me right now to imagine what the next few weeks are going to be like. What adjusting to life without a dog is going to be like. I loved him so much, and I know he loved me. The last few weeks I would give him a bone when I'd come home from work, and we'd sit there and bond. I'm glad his last weeks were happy.
He will be incredibly missed. He was not just my pet, he was my brother and baby... I still remember him coming home, a little puff ball of fur-- falling asleep on my chest as we sat in an air conditioned room watching spanish tv.
Sinchi Roca Samplina- June 1995- May 2006
We took him to this wonderful place, that was just amazing. We are going to get him cremated, and have his ashes in a "hope chest" urn. I am planning on planting a little garden in his favorite spot in the backyard. Maybe planting a little shrub for him.
It is incredibly difficult for me right now to imagine what the next few weeks are going to be like. What adjusting to life without a dog is going to be like. I loved him so much, and I know he loved me. The last few weeks I would give him a bone when I'd come home from work, and we'd sit there and bond. I'm glad his last weeks were happy.
He will be incredibly missed. He was not just my pet, he was my brother and baby... I still remember him coming home, a little puff ball of fur-- falling asleep on my chest as we sat in an air conditioned room watching spanish tv.
Sinchi Roca Samplina- June 1995- May 2006