Baloo
You've been asking me this question for a few weeks.
You will surely have understood that if I haven't spoken about it, it's because it's still extremely painful. Endlessly sad, for the whole family. We miss him. We think of him every day.
The party we celebrated when he came into our lives.
The love we gave him and that he constantly gave back to us.
I slept with him for the first few weeks so he wouldn't feel alone: I lowered my mattress, pressed his space against mine, and slept with my hand on his head to reassure him. Jonathan still tells me about those magical nights and mornings.
For Sylvain, Louis, and Charles, he was the most loyal dog in existence. Our dream.
Early in his life, one March, he was bitten by a tick. Not every tick carries the disease, and bitten dogs won't necessarily develop the disease. He did.
Everything was fine. Until last summer, when he began showing signs of aggression. The veterinarian I consulted spoke of a mental illness with no return.
I imagine that perhaps, it is only a supposition, the physical illness took him like that.
Then he attacked me. I was really scared. He didn't let go of my hand, as if to crush it, even though I was screaming.
The sadness I experienced.
But we weren't ready to take action. We loved him too much.
Then he went after Jonathan.
The veterinarian, with immense kindness, understanding and sensitivity, told us that it would happen again and that there was nothing to do.
It is with great emotion that I write these lines. We accompanied him with all our love in the relief of this illness, thanking him for everything he gave us; he was a member of our family.
We love you, Baloo. We miss you.
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