This is a personal note. It’s not about US politics or the Supreme Court rulings, or my musings about the philosophy of life and existence, or fairness and justice. It’s about a small dog. And it’s my plea, to any superior intelligence or higher power that might be out there, call it a god, or the God, or some superior beings that have created our universe with us in it as a simulation for whatever reason or experimentation that they have in mind, to please not let our little boy suffer. I am not asking for a cure, or extended life; just for him to not suffer. I hope this is not too much to ask from such being or beings if there are any out there.
Munchkin is a ten-year old miniature Shih Tzu. At the top of his health, he probably weighed somewhere between 7.5 to 8 pounds (about 3.5Kg). Now he weighs around 6 pounds (2.7 Kg). We’ve had him since he was 10 weeks old. Over these past 10 years, he has given us so much love and affection that I doubt anything else in the world could come close to it. He was my best buddy during the worst days of my depression, when I used to stay with him in a condo I had in Irvine during weekdays for work, and would return to San Diego and my wife, Nazee, during the weekends. It is without any exaggeration that I say that he saved my life during one of the darkest moments I had over many years of struggling with major depression.
Munchkin lost one of his eyes a couple of years ago. But last week, we noticed that he was bumping into things when he was walking around the house or outside. The eye specialist confirmed that he was completely blind, but did not see any problem with the eye itself. Then the MRI taken by a neurologist showed three nodules in his brain, one of which was affecting his vision. And upon further scan of the rest of his body, they realized that there were many more all over his entire body. The preliminary diagnosis is cancer, likely having started at his kidney. We will see an oncologist, but the prognosis is poor.
We are still in shock. But as it gradually sinks in, we realize that we have difficult times and decisions ahead of us. I am not religious, but at the times of devastation, one tries to grab on to anything they can. On my part, I am hoping for a miracle, that the doctor will say that they can treat and cure him, at any cost, even if it means for me to give up anything and everything that I have. I would not hesitate for a second to tell them to go ahead. But if there is anyone out there who is a believer and knows of a superior being capable of doing miracles, and knows how to plea to that being for one, I implore you to please pray for our little boy to not suffer during the remaining days of his life.
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