A blogpost remembering Ambruceo Grover (Hunter), my most favored and loved pet.
Saturday morning, at 8 in the morning, I brought Bruce to the vet’s clinic because he was not well. Yesterday afternoon, I came to the clinic to see him. I asked his doctor about his condition, he said Bruce is getting well, much better compared to his condition the other day (when I brought him to the clinic). When I went home, I was full of hope; hope that in the next few days he’ll recover fully and he’ll be able to go back to his home again.
But all my hopes came to an end when I received a text message this afternoon, informing me that Bruce (Hunter) already died. I felt numb, I felt heavy, I felt bad, I wanted to cry my heart out but tears won’t roll down to my face, not until the truth started seeping through my mind. While I was on my way to the clinic, I was still hoping that he might still be alive though there’s a very little chance that he would come back to life. When I reached the clinic, he’s already inside the crate, and when I saw it, I wanted to cry but I tried to stop my tears. On my way home, I was just blankly staring at the box, I was wondering how he looked like now, I was wondering how much he suffered, I was wondering if he’s happy that I became his owner, his friend.
When I reached home, that’s when I started to cry because I know, I wouldn’t be seeing Bruce again. I am sad, very sad. I do not mind the money I spent for him since the time he came into my home until his last 3 days in the vet’s clinic. I am very sad because even for a short period of time, he gave me the feeling of sense of companionship, he left me with his affection and love. A mere dog or animal (as other people would say) is capable of loving someone as clear as a water and as pure as a pearl, better than the love that a human being could give.
More than the emotional attachment, I also started imagining my life with Bruce. I dreamed of spending the ten years (or so) of my life with him as my companion, a friend. Why so? because honestly, I greater part of me have already decided not to get married so I just need someone to accompany me, and a pet who will stay by my side after seeing the best and worst in me is not bad at all.
Bruce is smart. In less than a week, he had learned a lot. When I say “stop”, he would sit and would never cross the boundary line that separates our living room and our terrace. Sometimes, when I say “stop”, he wouldn’t sit, instead he would lie down on the floor and would start crawling slowly, thereby crossing the boundary and then he’s in! Whenever I call his name, he would come rushing to me, wagging his black tail as if he’s very happy. Whenever I feed him, he would eat graciously. Whenever I bathe him, he would allow me to finish it without being naughty and stubborn. When I say “out”, he would turn his back and walk out of the door. Whenever I lightly hit him with the slipper he just bitten, he would go to a corner and would not do any slow move; given that gesture, I assumed that he’s already repenting the mistake that he just had committed. Bruce is a fast learner and if he didn’t left me this fast, he would still learn a lot, I am sure of that, very sure.
A letter to my Pet ❤
I am sorry if I’ve been an unworthy owner. I am sorry if you suffered that much and ended up resting in a crate under the open sky, below the surface of the earth. Losing you is like losing a loved one who is very dear to me. Truly, sudden aversion of life is painful especially if it involves a very strong emotion called “love”. I will remember the days you spent with me, with us, your family. I will cherish every memory and lock it safely inside my heart because I never loved a pet the way I did for you. Bruce, rest in peace now. I am sorry and I love you.
Your owner and friend,