
Dear readers,
It is never easy to blog about love ones... and one that is his final night in my room. He is 12 years old, to be precise in human years 84 years old. A Shih Zhu breed, born in Australia and was bought from a pet shop in SS 19 Subang Jaya. He was small and nameless for almost 7 days until I gave him a name. Touche was his name... and he respond to it. It is rare for me to even have a clinging of things that respond to me. A name given that he chooses as an acceptance... but a dog that goes through in life following us since my parents rented a house in USJ 9 and finally now at Bandar Utama. He follow us for 12 years. In those years he hates my hugs but he likes when I carry him around like a baby.
He never made a sound, a gentle creature that walks and do as he likes. He loves to rub his head against his own bed like a cat, play himself as he moves around and wiggles his body all over the floor. He had a bed basket that he hops on to and had soft toys almost in unimaginable amount as my mum spoils him a lot. He was bottle fed, never a bowl as it will dirty his fur around his mouth. He likes to be chased by me or by any of my family members. And he loves to protest if he does not want to be wash. Each time we take him to a vet he shakes and frightens and each time after that, he goes home happily.
He had his own supper. Mum always bought sausage bums for him to eat. There was a time he joins us for dinner at the table too. He sat there waiting and licking his mouth while my mum would feed him with pieces of meat. I too sometimes do that too. He knows when it is dinner time as I carry him downstairs and he knows when there is none. He greets everyone by wagging his tail...
As time catches on, he grew older. He did not do any more of the habits he used to do. He sleeps almost all day and almost all night. He was comfort in my mum's room with air-condition. I notice he walks aimlessly. Sometimes when I call him, he cannot hear. He was slightly blind and deaf. I hug him most of the time and carry him like he was my own son. It is hard to let him go because the love he gave me was the love I will always know.
Tutu... passed on this morning. He struggled to live as he wants to. I was in pain when I saw him tries to stand up, struggle to walk and then he collapse. He vomited the food he ate yesterday. He tried to do what he can but...
I woke up this morning and notice his body was still. I look at his eyes and they are closed. He was wearing his own warmers as it was cold lately...
At first, I do not know what my reaction would be. But eventually... I cried. My mum too when she saw me cry. Tutu was with us for 12 years, the longest ever together with my family... and he move on. Sigh... I hope his next life as I believe in reincarnation, he live better...
I love you Tutu... and I miss you...
Yours truly...



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