I still think about Cookie from time to time. Whenever I think about her, I was brought back to the last scene at my sister's room, where Cookie was breathing very hard, with sadness and maybe fear in her eyes; how her eyes seemed to water when my dad walked into the room to look at her while I was googling "how do we know when a dog is dying".
I guess guilt is still haunting me. I ask this question from time to time: was there anything I could have done so that her death could be more peaceful and that all our family members could have lain with her till she passes on? Sigh. I told myself that I won't be getting another dog ever because I do not want to go through the entire pain of losing a pet again. I still feel the same way now. Yet I know my dad loves the dog that my sister's friend has put up for temporary adoption.
I think Winnie the dog could be a good companion for my dad. He could pat her, be entertained by her, and love her. And love gives people purpose and something to live for, so I think Winnie is good for dad.
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