Ever since I was little I knew I’m a dog person.
As much as I love dogs, growing up we never have any dog in our house. It wasn’t until years later while I was working; my two younger brothers were in college living with me in a rental home when Danny (my youngest brother) got a pug. He was the cutest puppy ever. It was love at the first sight.
He was my baby although ‘legally’ he belongs to my brother. Danny was busy with college or girlfriend(s) or whichever comes first so I took care of Bogel (means: Shorty in Indonesian’s slang) most of the time.
Sadly he got sick, a skin conditions that mostly happened to pugs. Can’t really remember the names but we spent tons taking him to the vets. He lost a lot of his once beautiful fawn fur, he even made me itchy from his disease but still he’s my baby.
When it was time for me to moved to the States my heart broke leaving him behind but I was consoled later to find out there’s a new family for him as my brothers can’t afford to keep up with his medical needs anymore. The family that adopt him treated him well and continues his treatments. I was happy but I still miss him.
The first three months after I came to Upstate NY was a little hard. I had no job (yet), no friends and I was lonely when Mr. X is at work.
Just days before our wedding, Mr. X came home a bit late than usual. He called and said he had to go pick up something after work with one of the guy from work, Josh, so I said alrighty.
Few hours later I heard Josh’ truck pulled over in our drive way. He’s home…as I went to the kitchen to greeted him (that house is different – we use the back door instead of the front door) what I heard was that familiar footsteps and even more familiar breath.
“What?” I was shocked…and that’s all I could said when Mr. X stepped in with a big wide grin on his face.
“He’s yours, Baby!” he said as I kneel down and patted the pug…his curly tail wagging in excitement.
Turned out he had went to pick up a dog, for me!
Other bride gets jewelry and the likes from their husband to be. Me…I was in heaven because mine gave me what I miss the most…a dog, a pug! We named him Elvis. He was a bit old around 7 years old when Mr. X adopted him.
As expected, Elvis became my baby and I’m his Mommy. I love that dog rotten!
When Lil’ A was born, Elvis took the role as our baby monitor! He would barked and woke us up when Lil’ A got up for his middle-of-the-night-feeding or just wake up any time of the day. Elvis would sleep by his baby bassinet then later by his crib. Later when Lil’ A was crawling, Elvis became the most patience dog in the world. God only know how many times Lil’ A pulled his tail, grabbed his collar, or ears yet he was always gentle, if he had too much he’d grunted and went hiding under the couch. I pictured the two of them becoming best friends…
Then we were hit with a sad blow, Elvis got sick. He had seizures that scared the hell out of me. The vet confirmed my ‘Google diagnosis’ later on…he had epilepsy.
He was on pain killer and other medication since then and he seemed fine until one night he got major seizures that lasted almost the whole night. We rushed him to the vet and they said he might not even make it thru the night, but to everyone’s amazement, he pulled through. Sadly, he’s not the same dog anymore…he has changed. He can’t seem to hear us and had turned into a puppy again, he had blank look in his eyes. The vet said his brain might be damaged but there’s no way to know for sure since they don’t have a CAT scan machine and we can’t afford to bring to Birmingham, AL where they have a bigger veterinary hospital. He advised that it would be best to put him to sleep. We struggled with that option and pray a miracle would happen.
His epilepsy had robbed him, he had accidents inside daily, that drove me crazy. There I was a new mommy with a baby and a very sick dog. I was overwhelmed and felt guilty at the same time.
In the final 4 weeks of his life, everything just went downhill. He turned into this lump that barely had enough energy to walk to his water bowl let alone eat, Mr. X had to feed him with spoon. He kept losing weight; he howls all night long, he can’t control his bowel movements. It’s just painful to see him like that. On February 20, 2008, he had more seizures and late that night, we finally decided it is time to put him out of his misery.
Mr. X buried him in the backyard…
It’s been over 2 years and I still miss him, he was my baby, the first dog that was truly mine, he was my companion…this poem got me through my sadness but yes I still miss him terribly
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….