Our dear little English Bulldog, Pedro, is now in dog heaven.
When we adopted him on December 2017, he quickly warmed to us and his ‘cousins’ Rex and Theon. In fact he easily settled in that he claimed Theon’s play area at the backyard. He was stubborn and determined, yet he never incited any conflict with his cousins.
Pedro was a survivor. In January 2018, he was diagnosed with canine distemper. He was given IV treatments at the time, and I begged him to fight and live for at couple of years more. He was almost ten, and I knew it was a stretch for a bulldog. But he was determined to live it through, and he gave us nothing but joy over the last couple of years.
He got his way into D’s heart with his cheeky but sweet antics. I think he was closer to D than with me, but that was more than ok. He was so much loved – by me and D, and his mums in Laguna and Australia.
Up until the last, Pedro was proud and brave. Yes D carried him around when his legs would not hold him up for long, but he didn’t want to be babied. We haven’t heard him bark during the last couple of weeks, but he never faltered connecting with us through the soulful gaze of his eyes.
It broke my heart watching him being put to sleep earlier today, but I know he lived a life being loved. And now he is no longer in pain. Shortly after he crossed over, a butterfly flew by. Though I still feel devastated, it gave me comfort. My Pedro is now running free.
Making Each Day Count 
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