Bad news, Billy the dog of my mother and her husband died today. He became 16 years old, almost 17 years old, he reached a proud age. He got more and more health problems over the last two years. Over the last weeks he looked very tired, and today I got a phone call and my mother said that they would bring him to the vet now, as he was not able to walk on his own legs anymore since today.
Later I got another phone call, my mother told me that he had serious problems to breathe in the car and fell asleep, on the way to the vet. I guess the vet would have put him to sleep anyway, but Billy decided to go before that could happen, he fell asleep.
Billy is now in the dog heaven, but we all have good memories of him. I remember when I still lived at my mother’s home, that is a long time ago but I did cuddle a lot with him. Later when I moved into my own apartment, I sometimes had to take care of him when my mother and her husband visited the family in another federal state, then I had him at my apartment for whole weekends. I remember going outside with him, I remember that he liked to watch TV with me at the couch, I remember that he enjoyed it if I scratched his ears.
He was a really cuddly dog, not the kind of dog that liked to run behind balls, but he enjoyed to go outside, especially our new garden, it’s good that he could experience the relaxing garden too. Rest in peace Billy, we will miss you, it’s sad you had to go, but we will remember you.