Spot's last day

Tessie placed a bunch of flower in
front of Spot's shelter on the deck.
(photo Oct. 1, 2012)

 It is five o'clock early in the morning, September 30, 2012. I'm writing this blog post to commemorate Spot, our family pet. Before I started writing and was sorting my thoughts, a cat was crying outside on the driveway, sounded to me as if the cat was asking me "where has Spot gone?"

"Spot is gone at 3:30 this morning." Chenny sadly told me when I woke up to toilet at about 4:30 this morning. He continued, "the vet has called me not long ago." On hearing this news, I felt a loss of something that had attached to me day and night for the past 13 years since our adoption of Spot. Although Spot had not been a very obedient dog, there were bits and pieces about him won our hearts. There are two blog posts (post links: 1   2   ) I have written previously talking about the loveliness of his personality.


I would never believe that yesterday will be the last day of Spot's life because every thing was occurring as usual on this day. When I came down to the garage in the morning, he was greeting me by waving his tail as usual. After I had opened his pan door, he rushed out of his pan and ran back and forth urging me to be quick to get out of the garage to the garden for the morning walk. Out in the garden, he sniffed here and there, nibbled some grass; had his wee and poo done and then came back in the garage as usual. Then I put a handful of his dog biscuit in the bowl in front of him, and as usual, he raised his head and stared at me for a few seconds with a facial expression of gratefulness, as if saying "thank you Dad", before he started eating as usual.

Spot on neighborhood watch duty
on the deck (photo Sep. 17, 2011)

Having had all of these usual routines done, I took him off the garage at around eight o'clock and set him free on the deck. That is where he carries out his daily watch for the neighborhood.

Everything was running well as usual. The only thing that was unusual in the last two or three months since his surgery in May this year to remove three tumors in his abdomen, was that he slept more during his daytime duty. And we also noticed that he had tremor now and then, and yesterday he trembled a lot; and for the first time he didn't bark around two o'clock to ask for lunch. I told Jean about his recent unusual behavior and Jean said "he is old, he is very old."

When it was about four o'clock in the afternoon, that was the time he finished his daytime duty usually, but yesterday he didn't argue by lightly barking at me to take him in, instead, he was still sleeping in his little hut on the check.

This was unusual too. I woke him up, and he stood up very slowly. And when he walked into the livingroom, he immediately sat down and then lied down on the floor. And this really worried me. I asked Jean to come over to have a look, and she said "probably he is going to die." We had thought about this quite often since spot had the surgery in May this year. "Take him down to his pan and play the Amituofo chanting to help him pass away peacefully", Jean said.

Photo taken on Sep 29, 2012. after
I held him down to his bed. He
curled up straight away to sleep
upon landing on the mat. That was
about 11 hours prior to his death.

Spot was very weak, so weak that he could not walk down to the garage himself as he usually does so I held him down and put him in his sleeping mat, and played the Amituofo chanting.

Chenny came home at around nine o'clock. He noticed that Spot was very very sick because he saw Spot vomited twice and pooed right beside his sleeping mat. I came down to the garage and realized that Spot was not just sick but terribly sick, so sick that he couldn't even stand up. Chenny asked if we should take him to the vet immediately. But it was Saturday.

Tessie transported Spot home after
his surgery done on  May 10, 2012

Chenny must have been accompanying spot all the time since his returning home that at around 11:30pm he woke me up from sleep and told me "Spot vomited on his sleeping mat and pooed. he looked at me as if asking me to help him. Dad we must go to see the vet immediately, Spot is in pain."

I agreed with what Chenny suggested. When I came down to the garage, Spot looked at me as if saying "dad I'm very uncomfortable." His eyes were full of helplessness. I said to Chenny "okay, let's go." Chenny already located the nearest vet available for emergency clinic. I grabbed a piece of cloth to wrap up spot with my hands and legs shaking seriously.

Photo taken on Aug 19, 2012

The vet is called Sean. He quickly and carefully made a thorough check and set up a bottle injection. He explained to Chenny that the medicine he used was to help to relieve Spot's pain and enable him to sleep through the night. But because spot was so sick that he would believe the night might be his last night in the world. The vet held spot to a chamber to rest and there we left for home feeling a bit better but could not forget what the vet said that tonight might be Spot's last night in the world.

Back to home, I checked my mobile and there were three messages all sent from Tessie. She said that Lily has informed her of what happened to Spot, and she asked me to call her anytime if we needed her to come home to help.

Photo taken on Sep 17, 2011

When Chenny told me that Spot had passed away at 3:30 this morning, I felt an undescribable loss in my mind. Then I thought if I should call Tessie immediately to inform her of Spot's death, but then I thought now that Spot had died why to ruin her sleep?

Here are links to some photos of Spot's. We wish Spot well in the other realm of the universe and Amituofo has guided him to His extremely blissful world.