Mr. Bishi, AKA was almost 13 years old, which is ancient for an English Bulldog. He succumbed to a number of issues and on his last day, it was apparent it was time.
We had put Big Tuna to sleep about two years ago and I still think of her everyday. And yes, I sometimes cry, still mad that at 8 years old, both of us were short changed. It didn't seem fair that we had to do this again so soon. But we knew the day was coming because Mr. Bishi was, well, old.
But there was one difference. As painful as it was to let Mr. Bishi go, I also felt gratitude that he had such a good life and honored that I could help him transition out of this life. And that is the only way that I can deal with a passing - hoping that I played a part in giving them a good life and then being with them as they depart, letting them know that they are not alone. This was the same feeling that I had when my mom passed away. A bunch of my siblings and I were with her and instead of being distraught, I felt honored that I could finally give her something. I helped her leave the confines of her body and go on to painting and dancing and doing whatever she wanted, just in another form. And she had a great life!
And so did Bishop. The Big Wiggle was always quick with a wag and in his prime, his whole body vibrated like he was being electrocuted and he was unable to control his back legs he was frantically wagging so much. And when you don't really have much of a tail as most English Bulldogs do, the wag comes out sort of like a spastic seizure, but in a good way.
Rest in peace Big Wiggle. We miss you.