My dog is resting

Today our dog finally started to yelp. My father didn't want me to call the vet. Apparently, he doesn't like euthanasia - or at least that's what he told me.

Before I left for work I told him that either he would call the vet, or I would. And now, I actually have the money to pay for it. My father is no longer the only man with the money. That's good - the end of the tyranny. When I came home, at 1:30am, my father was already asleep, my mother explained it all.

One of the back legs of my dog was beginning to swollen and at last, my father called the vet. He came a couple of hours later. After listening to his heart, the vet said he was suffering from severe arrhythmia and heart murmurs. The vet said he didn't like euthanasia either unless it was a serious case. Apparently it was.

The dog was put asleep with a large dose of anesthesia, and later the vet gave him a shot straight in the heart, probably with potassium chloride, I'm not sure. A couple of minutes later our dog was declared dead. We'll bury him tomorrow.

Tough decision, but he is finally at rest. I want to believe that it was the best for him.

He was a silly-happy dog.
I spent some of the best sunsets of my life with him. He used to bark a lot at the atmosphere, for no reason at all. I would ask him "what is it?" and he looked at me with his "happy-go-lucky" face and smiled.
I'm going to miss his barks.
Godspeed.