To understand the loss of a loved one isn’t very difficult for all of us out there, everyone has probably lost someone or the other at some point of time. Losing a pet, that’s something only pet owners comprehend. The truth is, I’ve never lost a pet, but it feels like I’m on the verge of losing one.
Cujo, my seven and a half-year old German shepherd has been like a baby to me for as long as I’ve had him and it seems like the time to let go isn’t far away. I remember the day we first got him; he looked like a large rat considering he was only 35 days old and had abnormally large ears. At the time, dogs truly terrified me but my father wanted one for security reasons (we live in a relatively isolated area). Papa handed him to me in the car and he was obviously terrified considering we just took a child away from his mother. The minute I had him in my hands, I fell in love with him. It didn’t matter that I was slightly scared, it mattered that HE was scared and needed a consoling hand.
For someone who has had very few constants throughout their life, a pet can be more than any other sort of happiness. I don’t live at home anymore and most of the times I’m not sure where I’ll be on which date but a few days at home is always around the corner. When I do go home, it’s meeting him and my other baby, Buddy, that gives me the most joy. I’ve spent hours talking to him when I’m down and it may sound bizarre but he understands me better than anyone I know.
Considering he hasn’t been keeping very well recently, it really breaks my heart that I can’t drop everything and rush to his side. He’s spent time with me when I’m ill and I would do anything to return the favour. This morning my mother told me that he’s been sleeping outside my room for the past month, she wanted me to come home for him but as fate would have it, I don’t have the time right now. I don’t usually accept it when I cry, but I bawled like a baby after I talked to mumma.
Many of us cherish our dogs, but very often, we forget to spend a lot of time with them. We leave them alone, we ignore them, we get annoyed when they rub against us in the hope that we would pet them and we rarely get a Frisbee out to play with them. This is me saying NEVER do that if you can help it. We have a billion people to hang out with, to spend time with, but they, they only have us. They wait all day long and jump with joy when we finally come home(this is the part I look forward to whenever I do go home). I don’t know how much longer I have with him, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Dogs don’t live too long; it’s the most painful part of having a pet. Eventually I’ll accept it and move on. There’s only one thing I can say at this point, Cujo was the best thing that ever happened to me. It wasn’t an awesome job, or a close new friend, it was him. He was my anchor, my rock and I’ll always love him for being the friend he is to me.