A man’s best friend. But to us, he was a friend to us all and more importantly, a member of our family. Through 11 years of our lives, our dog Sparky has been through everything from birthdays, to family dinners and gatherings. He’s been with us on walks in the park and watched TV by our sides.
His bowl sits in the kitchen where he would have his meals with us, and his bed is in the corner. A tin of biscuits and a container full of food just waiting for him to enjoy. A mat on the back porch where he would curl up on and watch out to the school yard just down the lane. His leash hangs on the door knob downstairs ready to go.
Sparky was sick months ago, but he pulled through. He was weak and could barely get up. He couldn’t climb the stairs and he would walk with a limp. The medicines the vet gave us seemed to help. His energy slowly returned but we knew he was not the same. He didn’t have that extra kick to him and he would lay around all day and night. He would play with us but just not as much. We knew, but I refused to believe it.
His eyes went cloudy one day soon after. We cared for him and pampered him and he got better. Able to see clearly again and he was back. We knew he wasn’t the same but he was getting better. He was strong and determined. He fought with all he had. We wouldn’t let him fail.
One day. Slowly, he would eat less and less. Slowly he became pickier as to what he ate. We gave him everything we could and bought different foods for him in hopes that he would eat again.
He grew thinner. And weaker. And we could see it.
But I refused to believe.
Our dog is a fighter! He WILL pull through! Just like all the times before.
He WILL get better. I just know it. I can feel it. His body will fight it.
But he grows weaker each day.
We took him to the vet on Friday. They keep him over night. Give him IVs and monitor him. They’ll do blood work and find the problem. They’ll heal him. I know they will.
Saturday comes and the tests come back. Kidney failure.
They’re not sure if there’s more they can do. They can give him medicines to slow the damage. He’s too weak for surgery for now. They’ll keep him over night one more time. They’ll make him better. He’ll pull though. I know he will.
It’s 4pm and we get the call.
They put him down.
The bastards.
I’m filled with rage and sorrow. I didn’t even see him today. I should have gone to see him today. But I refused to believe.
This house will never be the same again and I don’t know what to do.

We will miss you always Sparky. No other will ever fill this void.