Silent goodbye

Memories hurt when wounds are raw.

BB passed away just now. My mom was upset and went out for the whole day. Even though he was unconscious, BB waited for her to come home, and once she touched him, he choked a little, and breathed his last. He was gone. It seemed he knew we were all arguing over whether it would be more humane to put him to sleep, and he was waiting for my mom come home before he went.

I know he has been a wonderful dog, and had a long, full life. But going through the photos of him only made me remember all his quirks and mannerisms, and it hurts more when I see his dead body on his bed. Where is BB who likes to jump onto our blankets at bedtime; who urges us to save injured sparrows while out on a walk; who would perform pirouettes when he wanted food?

He was there was I left for London, in those photos my family sent me when I was there, and welcomed me when I finally came back to Singapore. I can't believe he is gone.

I hope we will meet again someday.


A DOG'S PRAYER
By Beth Norman Harris

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest--and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.