I’ve not had a good night sleep, because I’ve been having sad dreams.
Two nights ago, I dreamt that Sushi my loyal Shih Tzu died by turning into a piece of ham.
Last night I dreamt that he died.
I’m really depressed. Last night my wife told me that my sister told her that Sushi is still waiting for me to come home every night.
A new neighbour moved in next to my parent’s house, and they have the same car as me.
My heart breaks when I think of Sushi being disappointed day after day.
I think dogs don’t have memories and can’t reason. So imagine him waking up every day wondering where I am, and then day after day, evening after evening having his poor little heart broken when I don’t turn up.
I really miss my doggy. Now I realize that I’ve been pouring quite a lot of effort in my Facebook Pet Pupz to compensate for this feeling of guilt.
Poey Chin thinks I’m being silly of course. But I guess you won’t understand if you’ve never owned a dog.
I’m going back to see Sushi this weekend. I miss him terribly.
Hang in there Sushi, ko ko (elder brother) is coming home soon!
It has been almost three weeks since I’ve seen Sushi my adorable Shih Tzu.
Somehow or other, I did not have the chance to go back to Kota Kemuning, so my puppy and I have not had the chance to meet.
I miss seeing him wait for me at the front door when I come home from work.
I miss his excited bark asking my mother to open the door quickly.
I miss his turbo-wagging tail as he waits for me to put down my stuff and give him attention. He will then come charging towards me and jump on my lap as I give him a complete body rub.
Then when he is satisfied with my massage, I feel that he is tensed up, waiting for the command…
I say “Where’s your toy?” and he takes off at the speed of puppy and retrieves his favourite toy back to me, and we spend some time playing together until I get bored.
Sushi’s probably quite lonely nowadays. During thunderstorms he gets so scared that he comes to hide under my legs. Now he has no one, and has to hide under the dining table or crawl into the space between the sofas. I feel sad that I can’t be there for him.
My mom tells me that he continues to wait for me every evening. It breaks my heart picturing him being disappointed day after day.