So it happens...
I've been wanting to post about it for quite some time already but have been busy, tired and a bit in denial. Well, my dog, Fifi, had pass away a month ago.
It was on Monday, 22nd September 2008, I came back from college around 4-5 pm, the kids that my aunt babysits keep shouting that my dog died at the door. I scolded them for crapping outside the house while walking towards the gate and I thought I see my dog still breathing but when I get closer, I feel something's not right... My dog's position was wrong and I realize he is not moving or breathing at all... That time I feel very very shock then I see my mom come out with a big plastic bag, saying that "I think Fifi is dead."
When the confirmation was done, I was totally speechless, in denial and shock. My dog had just pass away. During class, our lecturer was talking about how fragile our life is because we can go anytime. Lecturer was telling stories of how some of our previous seniors just pass away either in accident or disease. I feel so irony because the moment I reach home after that class, my dog pass away. My mom don't know what time my dog pass away... He might be suffering or struggling from around 1-4pm onwards because no one was downstairs or notices any noises. They only found out my dog died when one of the kid reach home and told my aunt that he think Fifi is dead.
I regretted that morning because I didn't see my dog properly before going off to college and only come home see him dead. I totally didn't aspect that. My brain keep thinking about how he died, how was he feeling before he goes off... alot of things. I knew it will come soon cause he was quite weak since this early year. His legs was weak and couldn't stand or walk properly. Even when he want to poo, he fell on the ground coz too weak. Doctor say he got stroke or high preassure but I just couldn't accept it... It was sudden... I thought he could at least stay strong till end of the year. I was holding back my tears because my friend drop by my house to borrow use the scanner and the moment my friend left, I burst out into tears in my room. My cousin also, when she found out about it, she lock herself in the room and cry. We're both sensitive and emotional.
During that week, it was really depressing, I cried almost every night. When open gate that time, keep thinking Fifi will run out so faster close gate but then realize he is not there anymore. At night, I always thought I hear his barkings but its not his and it was my neighbour's dogs. Until today, every time walk outside my house to the gate, I keep thinking he is there but he is not there anymore. He is gone. I should let this off my chest and move on. At least he don't have to suffer anymore. I hope he is at a better place. I have him for 10 years and I guess for a dog he is about 76+ years old? I really love you. When I got him that time I was very happy because I've always wanted a pet. I played with him everyday. But as I grow up... Gotten busy and didn't spend much time with him. Dear Fifi, will always remember you. May you rest in peace.
It was on Monday, 22nd September 2008, I came back from college around 4-5 pm, the kids that my aunt babysits keep shouting that my dog died at the door. I scolded them for crapping outside the house while walking towards the gate and I thought I see my dog still breathing but when I get closer, I feel something's not right... My dog's position was wrong and I realize he is not moving or breathing at all... That time I feel very very shock then I see my mom come out with a big plastic bag, saying that "I think Fifi is dead."
When the confirmation was done, I was totally speechless, in denial and shock. My dog had just pass away. During class, our lecturer was talking about how fragile our life is because we can go anytime. Lecturer was telling stories of how some of our previous seniors just pass away either in accident or disease. I feel so irony because the moment I reach home after that class, my dog pass away. My mom don't know what time my dog pass away... He might be suffering or struggling from around 1-4pm onwards because no one was downstairs or notices any noises. They only found out my dog died when one of the kid reach home and told my aunt that he think Fifi is dead.
I regretted that morning because I didn't see my dog properly before going off to college and only come home see him dead. I totally didn't aspect that. My brain keep thinking about how he died, how was he feeling before he goes off... alot of things. I knew it will come soon cause he was quite weak since this early year. His legs was weak and couldn't stand or walk properly. Even when he want to poo, he fell on the ground coz too weak. Doctor say he got stroke or high preassure but I just couldn't accept it... It was sudden... I thought he could at least stay strong till end of the year. I was holding back my tears because my friend drop by my house to borrow use the scanner and the moment my friend left, I burst out into tears in my room. My cousin also, when she found out about it, she lock herself in the room and cry. We're both sensitive and emotional.
During that week, it was really depressing, I cried almost every night. When open gate that time, keep thinking Fifi will run out so faster close gate but then realize he is not there anymore. At night, I always thought I hear his barkings but its not his and it was my neighbour's dogs. Until today, every time walk outside my house to the gate, I keep thinking he is there but he is not there anymore. He is gone. I should let this off my chest and move on. At least he don't have to suffer anymore. I hope he is at a better place. I have him for 10 years and I guess for a dog he is about 76+ years old? I really love you. When I got him that time I was very happy because I've always wanted a pet. I played with him everyday. But as I grow up... Gotten busy and didn't spend much time with him. Dear Fifi, will always remember you. May you rest in peace.