My kids often wander into my room and plonk down on my bed when they're feeling sad or troubled. Sometimes they will ask for a hug, otherwise they will just lie there and cuddle Rusty. I guess being in the same room with me brings them some form of comfort.
I find myself gravitating towards my parent's home whenever I feel sad or upset. While I don't plonk on my mum's bed, just being around her is comforting enough for me. We don't even have to talk, it's like everything is going to be ok when I'm with my mum.
Moving back to live with my parents after the divorce was one of the wisest moves in my life. They provided stability and comfort during the difficult period. I will forever be grateful for that.
So it is no surprise that I find myself driving all the way to my parent's place after Cookie's departure. I couldn't work all day yesterday. The thought of Cookie still brings tears to my eyes which are already swollen and puffy from all the crying. I'm emotionally drained. I went back there again this morning.
Some people may find my grieving over a dead pet too far-fetched but I can't help feeling this way. The images of him frolicking happily in the yard, rolling on the grassy fields, playing tag with Rusty, greeting me enthusiastically whenever I drive into the garage, hearing the sound of his wagging tail hitting my car door (whack, whack, whack), nudging my hand for a cuddle... just fill my mind.
It is impossible not to fall for his melancholic and frowny face. During our last walk together he gave me his saddest face when I stroked his head. That memory is etched so deeply in my mind, tears just roll down my face when I think of him.
I tell myself the grieving has to stop today. Life must go on. I've done so well today until now... when I am writing about him. This will be my last post about Cookie. Let this be an eulogy of some sort.
Yesterday I received an sms from ST. She is one of the fortunate few who had known Cookie for many years, when he was still a handsome and playful dog. Her message made me cry.
"Dear Ting, I am too shocked and too sad to learn about dear Cookie's departure....thot he was doing better and better after staying with you. Just last week, my husband and I mentioned about Cookie and how happy we are for his reunion with you guys....I feel his loss deeply becos since we met him at your farm years back, his stories with Rusty and things you wrote about him made him an old friend in many of our talks... Maybe this came too sudden cos most of the time, he was a carefree and happy dog in my mind. It's heartbreaking to see Rusty watching his good friend being taken away..."
Yes, heartbreaking indeed for those who knew and loved him. He may be a mongrel but he had touched our lives.
Hey Girl... cheer up!! He had a good life and died a relatively painless death. Be happy for him.
You are not crazy to feel that way over Cookie. They are not only pets, they are family. It's also nice that you have a place to go to during troubled times... it keeps you sane. Cheer up... It will take time, but you are strong and will continue on...!
Dear Ting, I feel so sad about this too.. even though I do not know Cookie personally.. but I find myself opening your post many times yesterday just to see his face. I feel that I almost know this kind hearted looking dog from all your post about him.
Grieving for a lost friend is a very natural thing to do.. I'm sure Cookie will be remembered by many for a long long time. Take care now.
Mongrel or not, it's still a sad thing to lose someone, animal or human.
Cheer up, think of it this way, he's up there roaming the heavens with all those other doggies :D
dont know why my comments keep disappearing...! you are strong.. i know you will get over the loss of Cookie. It's not wrong to feel that way... let the grieving occur naturally.
Yes, life must go on. Cookie is gone but all the fond memories live on. There are many unfortunate /abandoned doggies out there need love. Six months after Joey’s passing we adopted Bella, a young silky saved from death row. Watching Bella transforms from a skinny, dirty, fleas infested, sad little thing to a happy, healthy, and confident doggie, I remember why we adopted Joey seven years ago. Love never dies.
JY - Yup. I'm good now :-)
OKC - Cookie was indeed a very sweet dog who never gave any problems. That was what made him so lovable.
Nick - Yah, he was already very frail recently. I just just hopeful he could be back to his old healthy self. Maybe I was too optimistic.
JY- I know. Many of the previous comments disappeared, including all my replies for the last few posts!
CKL - You're such a good animal lover too :-)
Yes, there are many animals out there who need us.
Losing a beloved pet is like losing a family member, so you've gotta let yourself grieve before you can move on...
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