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Saturday, September 18, 2010 and so it is just like you said it would be

Crosby died on 17/9/2010 at about 815-830am. It was partly old age and partly liver failure. He was 12 years, 1 month and about 4 days old. That's about 84 years in human terms. I miss him very very much. My dad has been a ghost of himself since yesterday but he's getting better by the hour. Everyone else in the Chan household is carrying a heavy heart but we know our boy's gone to doggy heaven.

My scruffy dog had his share of farewells in the past few weeks. The attuned little bugger. He's been jumping on my sister's bed in the middle of the night even though it's not been particularly cold so that he can snuggle with her. I managed to bump into him on his morning walks while waiting for my rides to work a couple of times and he always put on an arrogant "look at me i'm venturing out on my turf" doggy vibes. On his last night, Gabe gave him a long pat and told him to be a "good boy and take care". I remembered watching them with a smile and not thinking very much about it until the next day. That night after my usual "torment" of him which means squeezing and poking his ribs, I hugged him and put his blankie around him as he got ready for bed.

He went really suddenly. We weren't exactly prepared. We knew he was listless and getting sick more frequently but I didn't think he would die yet. But I'm glad our last memories of him were so sweet. No scoldings. No messes. Even as he breathed his last, his fur was fluffy clean (because my dad gave him a bath the day before) and he waited for my dad and mom to come home from their morning chores/exercise. Stubborn and naughty personality aside, Crosby was always a good boy and he always waited for the folks to return home before going to bed. So yesterday morning, for the final time, he waited for them and then he left for his eternal home. I went to work with tears spilling over and my heart throbbing with pain but I know when I looked at his face as I said goodbye, he was a truly happy boy who lived well and loved genuinely.