Son. My mum should have known better.

Today I had to put my 15 year old dog to sleep. I had been postponing the decision for several weeks, but yesterday my mum called me in tears saying he couldn’t stand up on his legs. I lived with him and my mum for almost a decade and when i moved to my house, my mum said he would take good care of him. But we both knew it would be the other way around.

His name was Jota and today it feels like he was the brightest privilege I ever had in my life.

It took me two hours to get up this morning. I called the vet and asked him to come over to my mum’s house. She has this great beautiful garden. When we arrived, Jota was so happy to see me that he did his best to get up alone on his legs. He wasn’t able to do it, but he made me so proud of him.

The vet checked him out and told me that the heavy painkillers he had been taking weren’t working anymore. I took the decision, I felt so horribly lonely. I held him in my arms while the doctor gave him the shot. He was really peaceful. First, he fell asleep. Then his body started to weight like tons as if earth was demanding his body urgently. That’s when i realized he stopped breathing. I buried him in the garden. During the whole procedure I heard a Mum’s Green Grass of Tunnel playing in my head. I hummed the melody. It somehow helped me. Guess that’s popular culture for you.

Mum’s sleeping here tonight. I cooked for her. We had dinner. Then she fell asleep in the couch. I put a blanket on her. Then I came here and when I read Kate’s story about her dog I decided to share this with you, guys. Don’t get me wrong, I’m kinda of ok now. Tomorrow is another day. And I can’t wait to make her breakfast.

Plural of medium is media.