I am still in shock after hearing the news today. Actually, even if no one told me, I already knew because I heard Mother outside. They saw what happened, and at that time I was in the comfort room taking a shower. It's painful, and at the same time, I am dismayed and angry at what happened to him. He didn't deserve it! Only if he has a loving owner who really cares for him, for sure. He is still alive, wagging his tail.
I call him Chochoy; I don't know his real name. He is our neighbor's dog. He is always outside looking for food. When I first saw him, he was so thin. He is still a small dog, but he is showing signs of malnourishment already. I despise his owner—their owner, I mean. He is ways with his brother and mother. Together they will look for foods. They are always on the road, walking and smelling every path that they take, hoping that they will find food.
While their owner, I really hate them! They are always like this. They will take dogs, but they don't know how to take care of them. You can see how they are neglected in their household. They are not considered family like most people treat their pets. They are the worst owners! Ever! I am blaming them for what happened to him. They will not be outside if only they take good care of him. This will never happen, if only.
So just to ease their hunger, we will feed them with our leftovers here. Actually, it is not just a leftover because I put a lot of rice in it so that he would be full. And sometimes we don't have viand, but even if we just put soup into the rice, he will still eat it. That's how hungry he is. He will take anything. Sometimes, if we have enough viand, I will really put some on it, and because of that, we become a little closer.
I always stay outside waiting for him; his food is already ready. And when I call him, he will wag his tail and do a little jumpy jumpy, like he is showing how excited he is to eat. It's just sad because I can't still hold him. He is still a little alert whenever I get close to him. He will only allow me to get close when I have food ready for him, but that's okay. I actually find him cute doing that. He is still a baby, but now he's gone.
I didn't see it, but I heard how he got struck by a truck. The loud boogsh of meeting his body in that truck and how my imagination ran wild imagining his bloody body. And that imagination did not stay as an imagination when I saw his blood outside. I can imagine his lifeless body even if the owner already has it. Just with that loud boogsh I can already tell that he will never survive it, poor baby. This is really saddening.
The sound of it is like when you suddenly poke a needle into a balloon. It is too loud. With his small body, I know he will never survive. He is too small, too fragile, and too sad. His life is full of pain whenever he can't eat, and when he finally saw a little light, his life was suddenly taken. It is too sudden. It is giving me a headache. I actually saved food for him with our leftovers because I plan to feed him again tonight, I guess I will just give it to his brother. Hope he'll show up.
The last food I gave him was this morning. He still had his breakfast. I never imagined that it would be his last. I still remember his face; he was like smiling at me while wagging his tail. No more "you" anymore. I'm sorry that you left this earth that way.
Your life is too short, but I hope that in the little time that we shared together, I made you happy and made you feel loved.
I am so sorry, Chochoy. I wish you are in Pet Wonderland now. Without pain and sadness, I hope you still find happiness in there.
They will forget you, but I will not.
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February 07, 2023