No matter how much I talk about the loss of my dog, only dog owners will relate to my pain and my love. But still, I will write this, because my Tina deserves to be remembered every day and forever, and maybe it will ease your pain too.
On the 17th of October, 2015, my dog Tina passed away. She was 16 years and 2 months old.
Let’s go back to early September, 1999. It was still a beautiful summer day and my father walked in with a little fur ball that still couldn’t walk without falling on her face and wiggling her little tail because that’s what puppies do right? And yet I was terrified. However it took me a couple of days to get used to Tina because simply I had no choice. Continue reading “A dog’s death: my personal experience”