daisy

daisy, the family dog of a long time friend, died this morning. she was 15. i had watched her grow over the years. witnessed how the little chow chow grew from a playful little puppy into one fussy young dog who growled and barked at me when i tried to pat her (she obviously didn't find me too appealing and i guessed she might have smelled sapphie's scent on me) to a grand old dame that chose to simply lie on her tummy, forelegs stretched forward and hind legs stretched straight backwards, day-in and day-out. and over the last two years, she wouldn't even bother to respond when i went near her. and when i scratched her neck, she would simply stay still, eyes looked upwards at me and wagged her tail weakly.

this morning, i got a text message from my friend asking if i have a vet where they could bring daisy to. apparently, she had barked in the morning and seemed agitated. and within a few hours, she got so weak she couldn't move and her stomach was bloated. i gave the contact of the vet but even before the family could react, daisy passed away. i felt so sad to hear of the news. daisy might not be my pet, but i had watched her grow and she was family.

but i was gladdened by the fact that my friend's two children, who had been overseas attending boarding school, had returned and the whole family was with her when she passed away. i guessed she must have waited for the kids' return cos one of them (who is about the same age as daisy literally grew up with her and was really close to daisy) had been away the last 2 years and had returned for her term break. but well... it was the two kids' first experience with death and grief.

may she rest in peace...

will miss her.