Our beloved Popeye passed away on Sunday after almost 13 years. He was diagnosed with an enlarged heart and had been on medications (10 pills a day) for quite some time and would have episodes where he would lose his breath and faint. After reading this thread, I kind of wished that we didn't make him suffer for so long. He died in my dad's arms after screaming in pain. I feel guilty because I was on vacation when it happened. He was such a big part of our family and he seemed to know when one of us was upset. He would lay down next to us to comfort us.
I wish that I had a chance to say goodbye, but I wish that he could've died in comfort instead of pain.
I was in shock when my mom told me when she picked me up from the airport yesterday. The reality is starting to set in that he's gone.
Goodbye Popeye, sorry we could not be strong enough to save you from your suffering.
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