It’s been a rough couple of days. We had to euthanise our beloved dog on Friday night.
Ming would have been 11 next month and since May this year has been on a cocktail of drugs for a heart condition. Friday he was very slow and didn’t want to do anything. A trip to the vet followed by a mercy dash to the animal hospital confirmed our worst fears – it was time. His spleen was riddled with cancer and there was nothing that could be done.
As a child, one of my favourite books was Li Chung – a Tale of China. It told the story of two small chinese children who found a dog which they called Ming.
When my husband and I moved to Hong Kong in 1999, we set out to buy a puppy to share our lives. On a trip back to Australia, I purchased a little white ball of fluff and immediately named him Ming.
After his immunisations, I packed him up and we flew to Hong Kong where he quickly settled into apartment life.
There were many dogs in the apartment building and he would love to sit at the window and watch them taking their walk, seven storeys below.
Twleve months later his life changed dramatically when we brought home our daughter.
They quickly became good friends and he showed her how to sit at the window and watch what was happening on the street and in the playground.
We then moved back to Australia and settled in Sydney. Ming was used to his apartment life and sitting on the sofa so we bought another puppy to put a spring back in his step.
Coco and Ming were well known around the neighbourhood as they looked so cute both out for a walk on their dual leash. They even dressed up for the Vet’s Christmas party and went Trick or Treating with my daughter.
He was a well travelled dog but these days spent time travelling by car rather than plane.
But all good things must come to an end and Ming met his on Friday night. We loved him so much. They really are a member of the family and life isn’t the same without him.