Who says doggy beds are for doggies only?
Last night I paid a sorrowful and teary visit to Sirius at the animal hospital. Just 2 days before, Sirius’ family informed us that he has been warded in the animal hospital because he had a serious fall is now not able to move from waist down. When he saw us he was trying and trying to get up to greet us but he couldn’t. His emaciated frame, bandaged lower back and listless eyes made me exploded with emotions and break down uncontrollably.
We found Sirius wondering along the busy roads one spring day in 2007. He was skinny, scavenging for food, and we never knew whether he was a loss or abandonment case, although many evidence point to the latter. Just like that, he came into our lives and we started to foster him and nurse him back to health. We spent many happy and frustrated moments together trying to understand each other, and fortunately Sirius was quickly integrated into our little family. A second stroke of luck struck him and he was adopted months later into a nice family who cared for him like a child of their own.
As with many of the foster dogs we had, Sirius was like one of our own dogs. We’ve kept in contact with many of our adopter families just so we have our hearts at ease knowing that they are doing well. Sometimes these dogs have a happily-ever-after ending, and sometimes, they just don’t. Such is the cruelty of life, and there’s just no darn thing we can do about it.
All I want for Christmas this year is for Sirius to get well, and for all my love ones to be healthy and laughing.
are the 2 dogs I have. They get the same amount of love, attention and equal spanking opportunities when they don’t obey the house rules. D-man and myself love them to bits and would never trade them for anything. Nothing in this world can buy them!!!
Unless its 100 million US dollars.
In cold hard cash.
And provided we are granted visiting rights.
Then we might consider cloning them.
Anyways my point is, this 2 dogs of mine, are very different in every aspect. Baby is the big dog trapped in a short, small, stumpy body, whose sunkissed golden fur grows 2 cm everyday and flows like silk in the wind. Lucas is a chicken trapped in a hound’s white and black spotted body, with an otter’s tail attached.
Lucas sits by my bed and guards me while I am asleep..
Conscientious and careful of every movement and unfamiliar sounds…
He sits obediently for his food, his walk and waits for us to finish watchy telly before starting to peddle his toys to us.
Lucas can do tricks like left and right hand shakes, sit still, down, and jumps over high walls and hola hoops when asked.
While Baby has very different skill sets.
She lies on my bed all day….
And gets away with murder.
You see, life is always fair. :)
Our favourite place to visit during weekends. Its been quite a few years and we’ve not gotten sick of East Coast Park yet. Lovely sunshine, calming sea, and a great place to have a leisurely brunch with no agenda.
It is true that some of life’s simplest pleasures comes free!