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So, it's been a little more then a week since I came back from my first year of college. I have to say, it was a pretty good year. I've met new people, made new friends, and gained a bit more experience out of life. I've gotten good grades, all in the A-B range. I'm happy about school, for the most part.
I've mostly been spending time with the family, the last week and so. My sister Sui came back from Philly, since she has a week before classes started for her. It was mostly shopping, visiting relatives, and just hanging out at home. It was nice to have most of the family home again. She left on Thursday to return to Philly.
I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that she left the day before Benji died. Benji's the dog that she got last year from a friend. He was a white poodle and chihuahua mixed dog. From what I was told, Benji was hit by a car down on 14th Street, and the driver just drove away. He was still breathing after he was hit, but he was vomiting blood and all. My sister Lynda and Nathan, her fiance/long time boyfriend was there and brought him to the vet. Benji couldn't be saved, so he had to be put down.
I heard about this from my brother Tac, and at first, I thought he was joking. He always joked about stuff like that. I didn't believed him, so I called Lynda. Even though I heard her cracked voice, it took awhile for it to sink in for me. All I could think about was that he was just a little over a year old. He was finally starting to be obedient, maturing.
Bott my sisters are still upset about it. I've been avoiding going downstairs to her house. She's always so teary-eyed when I see her, and she keeps saying "No more Gee Jai('Piggy' was Benji's chinese name)" and downstairs is just full of Benji's dog stuff. I nearly teared up when I saw his collar.
There was talk about what we were gonna do with him. My sisters wanted to cremate him. Everyone was fine with that, but Lynda wanted him cremated privately, so we could have his ashes. My parents had a different take on it, though. They liked Benji,(Mom, anyways), but was never really that attached to him. 'It's just a dog', they would say. 'Why waste money to cremate him when you could use that for another dog'. 'It's no use to bring his ashes home. It'll be pointless to bury him in the empty lot we have, since we've planning on building a house there later on'.
It was decided yesterday that we'll just bring him home as is. It'll be a good way to let Bobo, our older dog, to know what happened to his sort-of brother.
I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about it at the moment. I've cried a bit, and my thoughts linger about it. And I dreamt that Benji came back in my dreams last night.
I miss that stupid pig.
R.I.P. 06.19.09
I've mostly been spending time with the family, the last week and so. My sister Sui came back from Philly, since she has a week before classes started for her. It was mostly shopping, visiting relatives, and just hanging out at home. It was nice to have most of the family home again. She left on Thursday to return to Philly.
I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that she left the day before Benji died. Benji's the dog that she got last year from a friend. He was a white poodle and chihuahua mixed dog. From what I was told, Benji was hit by a car down on 14th Street, and the driver just drove away. He was still breathing after he was hit, but he was vomiting blood and all. My sister Lynda and Nathan, her fiance/long time boyfriend was there and brought him to the vet. Benji couldn't be saved, so he had to be put down.
I heard about this from my brother Tac, and at first, I thought he was joking. He always joked about stuff like that. I didn't believed him, so I called Lynda. Even though I heard her cracked voice, it took awhile for it to sink in for me. All I could think about was that he was just a little over a year old. He was finally starting to be obedient, maturing.
Bott my sisters are still upset about it. I've been avoiding going downstairs to her house. She's always so teary-eyed when I see her, and she keeps saying "No more Gee Jai('Piggy' was Benji's chinese name)" and downstairs is just full of Benji's dog stuff. I nearly teared up when I saw his collar.
There was talk about what we were gonna do with him. My sisters wanted to cremate him. Everyone was fine with that, but Lynda wanted him cremated privately, so we could have his ashes. My parents had a different take on it, though. They liked Benji,(Mom, anyways), but was never really that attached to him. 'It's just a dog', they would say. 'Why waste money to cremate him when you could use that for another dog'. 'It's no use to bring his ashes home. It'll be pointless to bury him in the empty lot we have, since we've planning on building a house there later on'.
It was decided yesterday that we'll just bring him home as is. It'll be a good way to let Bobo, our older dog, to know what happened to his sort-of brother.
I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about it at the moment. I've cried a bit, and my thoughts linger about it. And I dreamt that Benji came back in my dreams last night.
I miss that stupid pig.
R.I.P. 06.19.09