22 July 2007. I look back on that day as the saddest day of my life - the day my pet dog had to be put to sleep.
January got too sick. On top of that, she refused to swallow her pills. She was pretty old as well - all slightly more than 17 years.
On that fateful day, it had to rain when I drove her to the vet. She probably knew something was amiss and thus she got restless at the passenger seat. Eventually she defaecated on her seat. I had to stop at a side road to let her move her bowels. Both of us got drenched eventually.
I was not angry with her for soiling the seat. I was just mad at myself for making that decision to put her to sleep. The rainy weather made tearing a lot easier though.
I was with her during her last moments on the operating table. After the vet assistant had injected some bright greenish liquid into her, she collapsed, like a heap of cards, in a matter of seconds into my arms. The rain outside had already stopped. I wept buckets.
Up to this day, I've never felt so sad - not even for a human person.
It took quite awhile to bring myself to take this picture of the urn containing her ashes. I did not want to include her picture here because that would be too painful.
Do dogs go to heaven? I seriously think they deserve to.