Torres (2010-2018)

My first dog, Torres had passed away this morning at 9.30am at the vet. He got really active out of the blue yesterday when we came to see him and tried to stand up and follow us out of the ward. However, he didn't have enough strength as he barely ate anything for a whole week and eventually refusing food. The vet had to blend the food with a lot of water and force feed him with it. But 2 hours after eating, he threw up blood and got really lethargic. He was immediately listed under critical condition and was monitored throughout the night. He was sleeping at first, but eventually slipped away in the morning.

I was still sleeping at that time when the vet called and informed us that Torres had passed away. I began crying like hell and woke my mom up in the next room and told her. We went to the vet with my aunt and saw his body. I refuse to believe the sweet boy that had accompanied us for 8 years is now gone. Is that why he was so active yesterday? He knew it was the last time he's ever going to see us with his own eyes? When we cried looking at him yesterday, he forcefully sat up and stared at us, letting us hug him. After that, he stood up, for the first time throughout the week he was hospitalized. It didn't last long though as his hind legs which was hurting him the most, collapsed. We told him he shouldn't force himself to, but he still did again and again. As we left, we told him to stay as he was still sick and needed medications. He then tried to force his way out, but eventually laid down and stared at us again. He didn't have energy to bark anymore...

We brought him home to the now abandoned old house that my grandparents' lived, as he loved the place. We placed him on the couch and pulled back the blanket, revealing his front half of the body, the back half isn't something people should see (the large wounds on his legs).