Goodbye Loved One
Before kids, our kids were our dogs. Dexter is on the left, and Banjo the right. The picture is the view from Blue Mountain.
Banjo had been throwing up for the last few days, barely eating anything. We knew a few months ago his time was short. He had nose bleeds, but then he had good weeks. Tonight we had to say good bye, and it’s tearing my shit up bad right now.
Knowing it was inevitable, and knowing my oldest son is old enough to have his parents not bullshit with him about what was going to happen, we talked to him about it. We told him he was going to see mom and dad cry a lot when the time came to say good bye to Banjo (I write that and still can’t fucking believe it).
Surgery exposed the massive tumors impacting his bowels and squeezing his heart. We drove to the Vet and said good bye. As a family, we sat with Banjo as the pet doctor put him to sleep. It happened fast.
I’d like to think Banjo’s spirit jumped in the car with us, sitting in the back seat one last time, watching as we took one of his favorite drives out to Blue Mountain. Because that sounds like a nice story to imagine, that’s what we told the kids.