A heartbreaking day back home in Montreal where mom had to say goodbye to her constant companion for these many years, Felix. He’d been ill for a while now and, in recent days, his condition had really taken a turn for the worse. It’s always difficult to know when is the right time to let them go, and I know mom really agonized over the decision, but when it reached the point where he wouldn’t even eat the home made chicken she would attempt to hand feed him, it became readily apparent that the time had come. Which, of course, doesn’t make the decision any easier.
Mom never sought out a dog and I’m not sure what ultimately convinced her to adopt, but it was clear to me that in the many years since, she never second-guessed that decision. She and Felix were inseparable. She would dote on him. So much so that my sister, Andria, would often describe him as: “The son she never had.”
Felix came into my mother’s life late in his, but they were, without a doubt, the best of his 12 years.
It won’t be the same without him.