I am a huge fan of this site and I have been reading posts and stories for years. I guess this is why I chose this site to publicly speak out about a very endearing experience I had a year ago. So here goes.
I still remember the day as though it were yesterday. I had bought a beautiful Lab/Boer Bull puppy (9 weeks old) from a private breeder. The first day I saw him, I fell in love with him and just knew he was coming home with me. He was such a gorgeous little bundle of joy so I decided to name him Khush (loosely translated from Hindi into English, it means happy/happiness).
Khush really lived up to his name and he brought so much love and warmth into my home. It was the 7 April 2012 and Khush fell terribly ill a mere two weeks after I had brought him home. At first I thought that he was just coming down with the sniffles but as his condition began to deteriorate over night, I rushed him to the Emergency vet. Once we got there, the vet immediately began treatment. He was diagnosed with Cerebral Biliary and as a result he passed away in my arms whilst being treated. It was the most painful and heart wrenching moment of my entire life. I just could not believe my little boy was gone and in just a matter of minutes.
The vet had given me the option to have him cremated or I could take him home and have him buried in my backyard. I opted to take him home for two reasons: one, so that my parents could say goodbye to him and two, so that he would always remain close to us.
I still remember as I got off the car and brought his stiff yet still warm body into the yard, my mum fell to her knees sobbing uncontrollably. He was just so tiny and so precious and it was all to unreal.
Even though Khush lived with us for just two weeks, he stole our hearts and made a comfy place for himself in our little family. It was my mum's wish that we bury little Khush with his cute little blue collar that had a tiny bell on it. My mum knew when she bought him the collar that it was a cat's collar and not a dog's collar but she loved the colour and the bell.
We were really battling to accept that Khush was gone and it was about three weeks after he passed away when I was sitting outside whilst my mum hung up the washing. Suddenly, a very faint sound of bells jingling caught my attention. It was a very familiar sound and at that precise second, I looked up at my mum and smiled. We both knew what the sound of the bell was... It was weird because we could not locate the specific spot the sound was emanating from but it became louder and more distinct and that familiarity was that of the bell on Khush's collar.
After that day, my family never shed a single tear over his passing. We strongly believe that he came to say goodbye and give us a sense of closure.
I will never forget my little boy. I will love him forever. Wish I could upload a picture of him so everyone could see what a handsome little guy he was.
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