Domino, A Perfect Gentleman
by Duncan M. Chembezi
(Washington, DC, USA)
Born October 3, 2004 and died February 24, 2018, Domino was a loving dog. He weighed only 5 pounds, but everybody felt his presence, and everyone fell in love with him at first sight.
Domino was a great kisser. He kissed everybody. His bark was that of a 25-pound dog.
To call Domino a dog hardly seems to do him justice, though inasmuch as he had four legs, a tail, and barked, I admit he was, to all outward appearances. But to those who knew him well, and I did for his entire life, Domino was a perfect gentleman.
The final 3 hours of his life were traumatic and painful to watch. He died in my arms on the way to the vet. Less than 5 minutes to his death, he briefly and lovingly licked my hand, as if to say "I love you Daddy." He died in my arms.
Domino was the sweetest dog ever, and I cried and cried after his death, wondering why he had to die so soon. I’m still crying because I miss him so much, I miss my best friend.
He was a perfect gentleman, and I will miss him forever.