Lunes, Mayo 12, 2008

5.10.08 - our beloved dog

The world shocked me again... Yesterday afternoon, as I entered the house I didn't feel anything weird until I reached the final landing towards the second floor. My mother called me, and as I walked into the room, I noticed both she and father were standing still, their eyes downcast. It struck me as hell when I finally got a glimpse of what they were checking out with their gloomy features. On the floor laid our dog, paw-paw, the very first dog in the family. My mother let out a faint cry of horror as she called out her name. I knelt on the ground beside our pet and brushed the curly fur on her head - paw-paw looked dreadfully peaceful. It was just then that the weight of the situation has gotten into me. I told myself it cannot be. I refused to accept it as much as everybody else in that room. I placed my hand on her chest and was delighted for a moment at the warmth of her body. Then as quickly as the sign of hope had appeared, it had been flushed away by the reaction of her body as I shook her vigorously, desperate for any sign of life. Then it dawned on me that there was no sign of breathing. I knelt there for a few more minutes. And the more time I spend checking on any trace of heartbeat, the harder it is for me to breathe. It is as if my body wanted to transfer a portion of my life signs to her. Then finally, my father helped me up. I did not allow myself to cry just like when my aunt and my grandmother died. But the sorrow was real just like all those other times when I have to force the tears back in, and it took me a greater effort this time because it came to me as one nasty surprise.
The day after that was not a very happy one. Six little puppies were left orphaned - never to taste their mother's milk anymore -- on that day onwards, on that day, on that mother's day.
Addistarted this journey at12:46 AM