My sister adopted her dog Aries after learning that he was going to be put to sleep, as no one wanted to take him in. He was a fat black dog with a body that looked like a barrel and very laid-back. He got along with my sister's other dog, Chloe, and her two cats. His favorite activity was sleeping on the rug or bed --- and eating.
But he was loved as any other family member. He was easy to take out for walks and had a very good life under my sister's care.
Then about two days ago, my sister sent an email about Aries being sick. He was listless and not feeling well, so my sister took him to the vet. Blood tests had to be taken and other procedures done to determine what Aries' health issue was and my sister sent me timely emails updating news about her dog. This morning, I checked my email and did not see an email update and felt uncomfortable.
My worst fears came to pass when my sister sent me an email this afternoon, saying that the vet said that Aries died last night. I was shocked and upset and just cried. I had loved Aries and walked him quite often. I still have to find out what did him in. The only thing I know is that Aries had a happy, fulfilling life at my sister's house and is now in the afterlife, healthy again and happily playing with other animals. I still miss him though.
Life is hard
3 years ago