Rex came to us in Sept 1997. An abandoned sable-coloured collie. My dad found him at our block’s lobby. We couldn’t understand how anyone could abandon such a lovely dog. No one came to claim him after we had put up posters. In the end, we kept him for oursevles.
On the first night, he didn’t so much as make a single sound. I thought we had adopted a mute dog. But soon, he began to come out of his shell. He soon became a dear friend to me with his even temperament and good nature. He was gentle with everyone.
I once wrote a poem for him and introduced him and my other dog, to my readers.
Sadly, Rex left us today at about 7:30 in the morning. As I write this, his body still lies outside my room — it’s still too early for the vet to be opened so that I can call to find out how to have him cremated.
He had been feeling unwell for the past few days and at first we thought it was just a stomach upset. But on Friday night, he started having really loose stool and we realised he was having blood in his urine. His condition deteriorated really fast. I was supposed to bring him to the vet this afternoon and I was prepared to have to put him to sleep. At least he took away that painful decision from me.
He was probably closest to me and I guess I am grateful for the fact that I spent his last night with him. I slept next to him on the floor and comforted him through the night as he lay barking weakly in pain. When I awoke this morning, he was still alive. Then I went to the toilet and about 5 minutes later, I returned to find that his heart had stopped beating.
To one of my dearest friends, I will always remember and love you and may you rest in peace.