I’ve never written a eulogy before - for a person or even a pet. Come to think of it, I don’t think I even know how, although looking back, I did wrote a farewell letter for my deceased dog, Xylem. It was a simple letter stating that Xylem was a good pet and how he’ll be missed and how painful his sudden demised was. But I’m not gonna talk about that…
Iching, like Xylem was a good dog. She was a dalmatian, given to my mum by her friend. I remembered when she first came around our house, of course I was excited that time, really, really excited. I was expecting a puppy, a cute dalmatian puppy like the one’s in 101 Dalmatian instead Iching turned out to be a 2 yrs old grown dog. A thin, bony, big-eyed, polka dotted, shaking, scared grown dog on a cage. I thought to myself; “I can’t play with a grown dog, what if it bites me? How can I baby it and pet it?” She’s to scared with people that time, she can’t even properly eat too. It took a few days before Iching finally warmed up to us. I didn’t have to worry about losing a few fingers because Iching was so docile like a lamb. She was really not a very good guard dog because her phobia with people stayed. But we were still happy to had her.
She had a good life with us, 6 to 7 years of happy life. Sure, she sometimes (well, more than sometimes) got in trouble with my old man - by peeing and pooping on the wash area instead on the designated pooping ground and occasionally scatter the trash - that involved lots of shouting, cleaning, scolding, threats and some more shouting. But nothing that can be solved by Iching good behavior and (pops and her) walk on the streets. Actually, that became a routine that I’m going to missed - hearing and seeing Iching & pops squabble.
Death. I hate it. It took away loved ones whether you like it or not. Whether you’re ready or not. It was also so sad and heart wrenching. I know its unavoidable and a part of life cycle and you just have to accept it and moved on. All that remains were memories… I saw Iching transform from being bony-big-eyed-scaredy-wonder to big-eyed-hotdog (filled up and looked super healthy). And most of the time she was shy but still she eagerly and energetically greets us with all her wagging tail galore and a few “aw-aw’s”. According to my sister, Iching death was painful, she suffered so much and we didn’t even know what’s wrong with her. She suddenly stopped eating one day and refused to leaved her bed. My sister further told me that she really doesn’t look good on her last few hours, she even took a photo of her but I wont look at it. I wanted my memory of Iching to be on her hotdoggieness glory preserved - a coward’s way of sending her off (refusing to see it until the end). Still, Iching we were happy that your sufferings has ended and know that you were surely be missed. Rest in Peace. Thank you for being a good pet and companion to us.
20 March 2014
I have been leaned on twice by my count today. Do I look like a pillow to you? What’s wrong with you people. But since its Valentines today, I’ll be more lenient.