Rant & Raves

Today I received a SMS from my sister anouncing that Nicky, our beloved dog whom has companied us for 15 years, passed away in the afternoon at 2:30pm.

Nicky has been with us since I was in high school. He was a stubborn stud with an attitude, a white prince, just like me (except the white part). He was like a brother to me, companying me through late nights (study or tv), waiting for me faithfully whenever I went out. We had great times together jogging and tracking at the hill side near my previous home, and when we were tired, we would nap together.

After I went to the States, not a lot of people would play with him because he can be very silly, stubborn, and clumpsy. So he became lonely and slowly, he became depressed. The biggest reason was that I wasn’t around and he felt that his best pal had abandoned him.

Whenever I came back for vacation, he would bark at me when he saw me, not because he hated me, but because of dog’s limited eyesight range, and also to confirm it was really me, his best pal. Then I would call his name, and he would dash to me upon hearing my voice. He would follow me wherever I go and played with me. I trully believed that he was really happy, and sometimes I swore that I saw him grinning.

And then, one year I came back after receiving the news that my father had passed away, I saw Nicky staying next to dad’s casket, like guarding dad’s body. He won’t leave and he won’t eat. All he could do was to stay near my dad, guarding, whinning, and crying.

Years went by, and I started my carrer in K.L., so the time we spent were less than I desired. His health has started to deteriote due to his age, and his legs were growing weak. About a month ago, his front left leg gave way and it was dangling totally after the joints were dislocated completely. Also, he was diagnosed with nose and throat cancer after we discovered huge lump in his throat. The vet couldn’t do anything about the cancer and the dislocated joint, so he had been resting near the door a lot. Ocassionally, he would get up with his other good legs, limped around and went for his bowl of food. Sometimes when he saw me, he couldn’t get up to greet me the way he used to, and just waited for me to talk to him, to pat him, and to company him.

Two days ago, his hind legs experienced the same joint-dislocation and he was completely paralysed. He couldn’t get up, so he poo and pee on himself.

Taking the advice from the vet, my sister and brother-in-law decided to put him to sleep, so he could rest in peace and all the suffering would end.

Hopefully he has reunited with dad in heaven.

I really miss both of them.