Friday, February 04, 2011

I Miss You

I miss you.

More than I ever thought I would;
more than I thought a person could.

I miss you.
 
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That last look on your face – the one I saw just before I closed the door that 7am? It held so much sadness that I'm haunted by the sight. Till today, it haunts me. It really does. I see it in the quiet of night when I close my eyes. In the dark when I go to bed. And even in my dreams when I sleep. I see your tired eyes blink slowly as you stand rooted in the narrow light of my doorway. Watching me, waiting for my call. The call that didn't come. Then, you watch as I close the door and leave you standing there in the shadows.


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I miss you.

More than I ever thought I would;
more than I thought a person could.

I miss you.

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I know you're gone now. And I guess I'll get over that someday. But the one thing that really pains me is this: I wish I gave you more than just a light pat on the head, on my way into the room that early morning when it was only you and me, awake and outside at dawn. Maybe a hug, a kiss, or a gentle stroke at least. But we both know I didn't. And I'm so very sorry for that. I'm sorry I didn't take the time to show you how very much you really meant to me before it was too late. Now, you'll never know. And now, there's nothing I can do to change any of that.


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I miss you.

More than I ever thought I would;
more than I thought a person could.

I miss you.

Cyber Walls Have Ears

Remember the uber-cool Butler Bag by Jen Groover I talked about last month? Well, it looks like you guys weren't the only ones reading about it. I've had other Unique Visitor stopovers in recent days cos – surprise surprise – that post's been linked! By whom? Well, apparently by the ingenious Jen Groover herself!


 Click here to view from source.


Whoops. Busted. Let's hope Jen wasn't too offended by my take on her taste in bag design. Haha. Constructive criticism is always a good thing, right? =p


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Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Her Eyes, Her Eyes, Make The Stars Look Like They're Not Shining

No man or woman has ever gazed so adoringly at the subject of their affections as a dog does to his/her owner. For in his/her eyes, you are perfect and can do no wrong. You are his/her world – not flat, not round, but in human form.




That's why it is only pet owners who will ever find themselves being treated to heart-warming upward gazes filled with the unrestrained admiration, unending loyalty, unparalleled devotion, and unconditional love their pets feel for them.




I love these two pictures Mee captured of Princess back in mid-2008. Back when she was (only?) 13 and still a little less snowy around the snout and brows.


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Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Do Nothing For 2 Minutes

This was good for me.



Happier Times

I don't have many digital pictures of Princess
on my comp but the few that I have are here.


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14 September 2010,
Princess Feigns Innocence After Killing My Shoes

Click here to jump to original post.


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20 September 2010,
Princess Goes To The Dog Hotel





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24 September 2010,
Princess Returns Home From The Dog Hotel



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30 September 2010,
Princess – Alert But Feeling A Little Under The Weather



I've got some really old baby pictures of her I have yet to scan and publish but Mee has the recent, happier, day-in-day-out posts of Princess and her life on her blog. More cutesy, less emo-depresso pictures of Princess, too. Click here to jump to them if you're interested in knowing the spunky little Min Pin that strolled into our lives 15 years ago, stole our hearts and never gave them back.


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The Price Of Life; The Price Of Death

When I was in Standard 6, I wanted a pet of my own so very badly. After thinking it over, I settled on asking my parents for a dog. (After being told I confirm-firm can't have a horse. In the apartment we lived in. -_-''') Dee gave it some thought and when he finally agreed, he turned to me and asked:


"You want to pay for the dog?
Or you want to pay for the food?
You pay for one, I pay for one.
 I let you choose." 


Whoa. Tough decision for my 12-year-old brain at the time but I very wisely (IMHO lah) chose to pay for the dog. One time pay, kautim. Can cuci tangan di. =p


So, after looking through Star Classifieds for the perfect breed at the perfect price for a few weeks, I finally found the pup I thought could be The One. As a family, we took a drive to the breeder's home, I took a look at the little pup with droopy ears on wobbly legs hiding behind her mom, and that was it. I was sold.


Unfortunately, she was a little too young to be brought home there and then – she was a newborn who was still nursing – so I went home empty-handed but totally googly-eyed and giddy-headed with the idea of becoming her mistress and having a living thing that I can love, raise and call my own.


A week later, we went back and I handed RM340 over to the dog breeder. It was a pretty hefty sum for 12-year-old me with a 50sen daily allowance – applicable weekdays only. RM340 to bring home a tiny little Black and Tan Miniature Pinscher, one that was so tiny she could sit in the palm of my hand, that I later named Princess. (Took me awhile to decide on her name.)


That was 15 years ago.

But time flew by in the blink of an eye.


That tiny little Black and Tan Miniature Pinscher we brought home grew up, grew old, and yesterday, I had to make a trip to the local SPCA with the family to hand her limp, lifeless body over for cremation. It wasn't a pleasant experience to say the least. And considering the fact that they're the SPCA, I kind of expected a little more kindness and compassion in light of our loss.


Anyway, like it is with human Death Certificates and human cremations, I had to fill up an information/request form before they would carry out her cremation.





15 years ago, Dee and I had the talk about her expenses – buying her and feeding her. But that talk did not include the possibility of any cost involved in her death. Maybe cos you don't exactly think about pet death when you're getting a new pup. I know I didn't. But there we were. At the SPCA. Filling up a form, and signing away the body of our Princess.




I paid RM340 for her life in 1996.
I can surely pay RM30 for her goodbye now.


In fact, I secretly wished the latter cost a little more. Because her 15 years with us was worth so much more than the RM30 it's seemingly been reduced to.


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The Grieving Process Is A Funny Thing

Most people don't get it when it comes to grieving over pets... but it's okay. It's going to be okay. I'm going to be okay. Not today, not tomorrow, but definitely later. I'm going to be okay.

"It’s not that non-animal people don’t care, they just don’t relate. Unless you have experienced the bond between animal and owner, you can’t fathom the depth of feeling involved. A pet never is 'just an animal,' to the human who loved it."
– Jeff Mullin in On losing a beloved pet:


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And I've experienced its e-v-e-r-y symptom.


PHYSICAL: I've cried to the point that my eyes stopped tearing although my heart still aches and my body still sobs. I always have a lump in my throat and yesterday, I vomited. Whether open or close, it always feels like I've got fire burning behind my eyes. My head throbs and it feels like I haven't slept in days. I feel so unbelievably tired but when I try sleeping, I just can't.


INTELLECTUAL: A part of me can hardly believe that she's gone, so much so that I keep staring at the spot her cage used to be in. My thoughts keep running back to her and everything I think of or see reminds me of her. So, I keep wanting to talk about her and reminisce. As if I fear that I'll forget the details if I don't keep reminding myself of them. Fear that I'll forget her if I don't keep reminding myself of every bit of dog that made her my Baby Girl.


EMOTIONAL: "Sadness, anger, depression, guilt, anxiety, relief, loneliness, irritability, feelings of being overwhelmed or out of control, feelings of hopelessness and helplessness, feelings of victimization" – I kid you not when I say that I've felt them ALL. I'm not exaggerating one bit. Worse, I keep jumping from one feeling to another. From guilt to blame; sadness to anger. Sigh. I wish I could just stop feeling anything at all.


SOCIAL: I don't wanna meet people and I don't want to carry out empty conversations about things I don't care about with them. But I do find myself wanting to spend time with loved ones, and talking about Princess and the way I feel. I keep wishing I was at home when I'm not cos home makes me feel a little closer to what I've lost. But looking around the house also makes me sad cos I see subtle changes to the home that remind me that she's gone for good.


SPIRITUAL: Surprisingly, I experienced this one, too. You see, unlike human family members with the promise of an eternity up ahead where we'll meet again after death, I don't have that kind of certainty with Princess' passing. So I talked to Mee about her death. And about where animals go after death. And if I'll ever see her again. Cos I really want to. But the Bible says nothing about this. So... I guess I'll just have to wait and see.


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We Are Family. Father, Mother, Princess And Me.

Let me begin by saying that, I've lived through the passing of four grandparents, attended all four funerals, and even watched one out of the four pass away before my eyes. But I have to say – and mind you, I say this with much surprise even to myself – I'm taking Princess' death the worst of all the deaths.


If you think I'm crazy, don't. Cos it's not just me. I talked to Mee and she feels the same way although she's lived through the death of her grandparents, and both her parents. And if you think we're both crazy, also don't. Cos I ran a Google search and, as it turns out, we're normal.


People think that a pet is just an animal. Of lesser value and of less importance than humans. Therefore, naturally causing less pain, hurt and grief with their passing. Well, I can tell you this:


No, it's not true;
and yes, pets are family, too.


Those who think otherwise only think the way they do out of ignorance, cos they either (1) couldn't care less for having any pets, much less bother to care about their passing; (2) would want to care for pets but have never had pets of their own so they fail to understand the owner/pet bond; or (3) haven't had their own pets die on them so they have yet to find out how it feels. I confess that even I used to think the death of a pet was just the death of an animal. But now I know.

"Studies show that the emotions pet owners feel when their pets die are often overwhelming and that the grief response to pet loss is often on par with the grief response to a human loss.

In one study, researchers examined the grief responses of more than 200 middle-aged couples who reported the death of a pet within the past 3 years. Of 48 life events, including the death of a spouse, divorce, marriage, loss of children, an arrest, loss of a job, and the death of a pet, researchers found that the death of a pet was the most frequently reported trauma experienced by the couples participating in the study." [Source]

Still, I'm confused. Somehow, even the death of my very favourite grandfather – my Kong Kong – seems... pale in comparison to Princess' death. But why is that? I mean, it's not like I loved him any less than I loved her. So, in my effort to make sense of it all, I keep coming back to this:


Natural Progression.
Of life and death.


It is only expected that one would experience the death of a grandparent. Much like it will also be expected that I live through the deaths of both, Mee and Dee. But it is never "natural" for one to witness the death of someone of lesser age. Even if that someone happens to be a four-legged creature all covered in hair.


I've never had anything or anyone born after me pass away before me. Especially not someone I've personally nursed, fed, bathed, cleaned, showered and raised since childhood. (We brought her home when she was 2 weeks old.) And sure, I know and understand that a pet animal is not like a human child. Neither is its death like the death of a child. But I haven't had children of my own, so this is as close as it's going to get for me right now. And right now? It hurts. Bad.


I don't think anyone, not even my parents, knows this, but I refer to Princess as Baby Girl when we're alone. Not that I ever referred to myself as her Mummy while talking to her, of course. (I've always found that a little weird.) But in my head and in my heart, she was always that little pup with floppy ears that I paid RM340 to bring home. In fact, the last words I said to her just an hour or two before she passed were, "Goodnight, Baby Girl."


Sigh.


Unfortunately, unlike the compassion you get with the passing of a parent or grandparent, the passing of a pet is a pain that few understand. In the last 24 hours, I've had people joke about her death and my reluctance to spend time at the office while dealing with it. I've had people mock me for my expression of sadness through tears. And I've had others think I'm ridiculous for wanting... needing to grieve her passing.


I just wish they'd try to understand.
Or at least pretend to.


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"The death of a beloved animal, no matter the species, is a uniquely painful experience. Lose a family member or good friend and others rally around you. Lose an animal and you largely suffer alone. Nobody calls, nobody sends flowers, nobody brings in food, nobody drops by to share your tears."
– Jeff Mullin in On losing a beloved pet: