The Last Walk

I've been worrying about Chowchow for a week, he'd been feeling ill. I bathed him everyday and fed him hoping he would be better. I planned of taking him early morning for a walk as soon as I arrive regardless of the almost double shift OT. And I was glad I did. He was still weak but maybe a walk would revive him. I was glad to see him got up.

I opened the gate and once again I was walking with my dog. He silently and calmly walked straight ahead of me. But he used to run playfully, dragging me back and forth, and I miss those times. However— I started feeling so serene as we walk.

The silence of the twilight filled me. But in a very short time Chowchow suddenly stopped and looked so unbalance— he urinated and stayed. I pulled the tie— pulled him back and called him a few times. But he didn't move and i realized he was very weak and can't take a walk any longer. So I stopped and stayed where he was but he suddenly dropped to his knees.

Then, I understand what was going on— he was dying. I kept on calling his name, desperately hoping that it could make him better. I grasped and brought him back to our house.

There he lied and breathed so helplessly. I continued calling his name until I heard him take his last breath.

I couldn't move, and wonder how he made that last walk. I realized it wasn't me who took the walk with him but he was the one who took the last walk with me...^^;