My best friend and the joy of my life passed away this Monday. I love you forever, Bobby.

Hello, friends, this is my first post on here. I am so devastated; I feel like half of my life has passed away with my beloved pet. My Bobby was almost 11 years old. He was diagnosed last Friday with a brain tumor after he had suffered two grand mal seizures - very unexpectedly, mind you, as he seemed healthy and fit until that very day. He was kept over the weekend in the veterinary ICU and I was able to pick him up on Monday evening after his condition had stabilized.

It was a beautiful summer evening as I returned to our home in the countryside. I had just carried Bobby out from the car, and I was so relieved to just have him back. My mother prepared dinner for my father and me, and we were eating and talking on the porch while my tired Bobby lay under the table between our feet. He suddenly whined in pain, my father laid his hand over his head, Bobby started to fall asleep, and his breathing became ever more irregular until we noticed that he passed away peacefully - amid the chirping birds, the evening sun and among the people he loved.

I was devastated. I was so happy to have my Bobby home after three painful days of waiting for news from the clinic. I thought I would at least have a few final months to spoil him and make the best out of the time that was left. I guess I'm grateful that he was able to pass away so peacefully; in the home he grew up in since he was a puppy.

Words can't describe how much joy Bobby has given us. He was a comfort for my mother when she suffered from episodes of severe depression. He accompanied us on our holiday trips to the sea. He was so calm and quiet when relaxing at home, but full of energy when out and about. He was beloved by all.

If you read this up to this point, thank you for taking the time. Nothing could have prepared me for the pain that I'm feeling, even though I knew that he was close to the end. I will be able to move on one day, but not today.