You see, I never intended to write a blog post on Komiki's passing. I felt it was too sudden, too painful, too unnecessary. But as I found myself weeping while going through her photos on my mobile, I figured I might as well just to let it all out.
The story is, Komiki was a rescue (and I proudly share that fact with everyone) and was given to us by a local neighborhood pet store because she was deemed unsaleable due to her condition. She was tiny for 6 months, had a hernia, and was riddled with mange. She was cute but we didn't need her, but we willingly spent Php10,000 to have her rehabilitated. When she was cured, the vet brought her back to us and I said, "I can't afford another dog, just sell her." The vet encouraged me to keep her, so I did but was unsure. I had P-nut then, my pride and joy.
Little did I know that she and P-nut would be best of friends, and she delighted everyone with her eyes full of wonder, and her never-ending mischievous antics. Would you believe she "stole" my hermit crabs twice, and would chew on my fingers in the morning if I didn't wake up at once.
She was truly everyone's favorite, she was cute and cuddly; but she'd also chase visitors, mailmen, and delivery people away. We often thought that maybe she didn't know she was a Shih Tzu because she was too active, too loud, and too conniving to be one (versus Shih Tzu pets of my relatives who were merely lap dogs that slept and ate all day).
As the years passed by, I later realized that P-nut was my pride and Komiki my joy. They were best of friends, and she looked up to P-nut like a leader. He was the serious one (always obedient), and she the jester (always so eager to please).
When P-nut was already sick, Komiki kept P-nut entertained even though he was masungit. And when P-nut finally had a seizure, Komiki was just watching a mere 3 feet away. For two weeks she felt very sad and alone. She would be follow us everywhere -- to the bathroom, in our bedrooms, she even wanted to sit on our laps during mealtime. That was pretty odd because she was never the clingy type. And then Epsilon came along and Komiki adjusted well to her new companion.
|trying yoga with my human|
I wailed like a mad woman at the clinic. There were no words to explain how painful losing a pet feels like. And to think, we've had so many pet deaths in the last years but really it never gets any easier. We went home very devastated, with Komiki in a small brown box. We went to church also that morning (it was a Sunday) and I was crying incessantly. It was like losing a family member -- too sad, too painful.
It was so ironic that Komiki's cause of death was the staircase, where she spent most of her days there waiting for everyone to arrive from work. She was always the first to run to the door greeting us with gusto.
Komiki was scheduled to celebrate her 7th birthday this July 28. She was so young, and she left so many broken hearts behind. Up to now, my parents feel so bad that we've lost her. My Dad repeatedly says, "Sayang, she never should have died. She was so young, we loved her very much."
She is now buried in our garden beside our other dogs who have passed on to the Rainbow Bridge. I think about you every day, Komiki. Sometimes I wish it was I who fell down the stairs instead of you. You have brought so much joy to us the past 6 years, and I hope that we were also able to give you the best care possible, and all the love our hearts can give.
|Goodbye, Komiki :(|