I am not totally a pet lover. It’s all because I hate separations. I hate saying goodbyes. I dislike dying.
When I was 7 years of age, I had a puppy. I loved her so much that when shed died due to an accident; it took me years before I recovered. I never let my self be close again to any pet because I didn’t want to feel the same pain again.
It was just two months ago that I had this close contact with a puppy named Buds. After 17 years of not having a pet, I got a chance to take care, play with and love a dog. It was during the lowest point in my life wherein I am so confused of everything that only Buds was at my side. He had given me a certain kind of joy when we played together. He was not just a pet for me but a friend wherein he understood all emotions that I felt.
Then last night, while everyone was enjoying, I looked for him but I couldn’t find him. Then suddenly, my sister saw him in the kitchen. He was not breathing, lifeless and dead. I couldn’t describe the feeling I had. It was the same pain I felt 17 years ago. I dislike separation especially that I had treated and love Buds more than any pet could experience.
Now, I know there is a purpose. I smile every time I remember his barks and all his memories. I am still in pain and missing Buds so much but I know soon I will have the answers why things have to happen this way.
