2nd week on a Sunday morning
Its a late Sunday morning, I struggled to bed again because I didn't wanted to wake up at the same time as I did 2 weeks ago. I hope its past noon when I wake up or best if I could fall back into a dream and realise what has happened was just a dream after all. For the past 10 years, waking up with him beside my bed has been one of the best things in my life. Yet now, all I could do is to walk up to his grave in the garden; pat on the soil while arranging the flowers to wish his good morning and light candles at night keeping him vigil and share how the day has treated me. Its not without grief coming home everyday seeing the grilled door without his cheerful face or his waggly tail. I miss how he anticipates my return everyday; times when I'm on an overseas or outstation trips he would sit at the porch every night just to wait for my returns. The way his round hazel eyes brink and his beautiful smile shone so bright with his fluffy golden fur.
Sadly I did not expect my recent trip is the life changing trip for us; I vividly recalled him following me into the car when I was leaving for Bali right after my big night. “Dogs don't go on holidays; but I promise to buy you lots of treats while you be a good boy at home” was the last line I told him before hugging and kissing him as I walked out of the gate. With all the trips I've been, one is never complete without me going to hunt for his treats/ collars or toys. Its the looks on his face whenever he rummages my luggage to look for his treats pays off no matter having to carry the treats past a few continents. I got lucky as this trip I manage to find some treats he loved since he was a young pup...only that its now at my desk unopened and he didn't had the opportunity to savour it anymore.
As I packed his necessities to be buried along, I realised we were not burying a corpse with his necessities; it was years of love, loyalty, companionship, wait, comfort and happiness he brought into our family. Brother dug a hole and we finally placed his warm but calm sleeping body into the 4 feet grave; dad sprinkled some holy water and wiped mum's tears. Its one of the most painful lost we had to endure as he was so dear to everyone of us.
Life has never been the same to me since his departure; I dread seeing pet shops or eating chicken because those were his favourites. Although I generally love dogs my heart is very bland seeing any prancing dogs as it doesn't excited me anymore. The word “DOG” is no longer meaningful to me because it is only associated to you. If one thing can change for me now is I honestly would trade a few years of my life just to spend a few more years to be with him – because I knew to men he is just a dog but to him we meant his world. My world has lost its sunshine and a part of me has died along with him forever.
Trying to find solace wit mum & bro at a beach
Sadly I did not expect my recent trip is the life changing trip for us; I vividly recalled him following me into the car when I was leaving for Bali right after my big night. “Dogs don't go on holidays; but I promise to buy you lots of treats while you be a good boy at home” was the last line I told him before hugging and kissing him as I walked out of the gate. With all the trips I've been, one is never complete without me going to hunt for his treats/ collars or toys. Its the looks on his face whenever he rummages my luggage to look for his treats pays off no matter having to carry the treats past a few continents. I got lucky as this trip I manage to find some treats he loved since he was a young pup...only that its now at my desk unopened and he didn't had the opportunity to savour it anymore.
As I packed his necessities to be buried along, I realised we were not burying a corpse with his necessities; it was years of love, loyalty, companionship, wait, comfort and happiness he brought into our family. Brother dug a hole and we finally placed his warm but calm sleeping body into the 4 feet grave; dad sprinkled some holy water and wiped mum's tears. Its one of the most painful lost we had to endure as he was so dear to everyone of us.
Life has never been the same to me since his departure; I dread seeing pet shops or eating chicken because those were his favourites. Although I generally love dogs my heart is very bland seeing any prancing dogs as it doesn't excited me anymore. The word “DOG” is no longer meaningful to me because it is only associated to you. If one thing can change for me now is I honestly would trade a few years of my life just to spend a few more years to be with him – because I knew to men he is just a dog but to him we meant his world. My world has lost its sunshine and a part of me has died along with him forever.
Trying to find solace wit mum & bro at a beach
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