I cried badly last night. There were mucus stuck heavily in my nostril causing difficulty in my breathing. My eyes were swollen and I was extremely tired from crying. As i grow older, wiser but not exactly calmer. For no solid reasons, my tears will starts rolling like Nagaria fall. Trust me, i try ( HARD) to control but it is getting harder each day. Without knowing,I could have just earned myself the title of 'old baby'.
Remember once our family has a dog by the name of Blacky and in this sense it is quite obvious that our little friend here is black in colour. Black, TOTALLY. We got Blacky from our big uncle , who happens to be a barber that had received some puppies from one of his friend. Dad told us that uncle barber will allow us to choose one puppy from his. It was a during one afternoon that uncle barber came holding a brown colour middle sized paper box. As he placed on the floor, we can see that there is about three puppies sleeping soundly and closely to each other. They were amazing and beautiful. There we saw Blacky, black and shiny just like Pantene.
Blacky was our first family dog. It grew up with us, play with us and stay with us. When Blacky was still a puppy, Barry ( that's my little bro) will play and even carry him to sleep besides his bed. Sometimes i wonder if my little bro did actually talked to Blacky till both of them fall asleep. This actually continues till Blacky was big enough to climb onto the bed at his own. Mum always scolded at Blacky and chased him from the bed to where he belongs, our balcony back at those old shoplots houses fearing for our hygiene and health, especially Barry's. Nope, Blacky don't climb up to my bed or my elder brother's. Nope. Never.
Little did we know, Blacky could have been really enjoying his nap next to my little brother. Maybe he was performing his duties by being nearest to my defendless sound asleep little bro. I remember one day, Barry ask me to hit him in front of Blacky and then he pretended to yell in pain. I actually heard Blacky barking at me and at the same time posing in 'ready-to-attack- but-i can't' kinda posture, afterall I am also his master, or rather sister to his master. I was shocked and at the same time find that entertaining (folling him) and amazed by his loyalty. My little bro must have meant a lot to him. Perhaps those naps really did bond them together.
So sweet, loyal and protective of Blacky. He is a little puppy inside despite him growing up. As he was about 2 to 3 years old, uncle barber brought us another puppy. He is black in colour too however, he is more flurry and bubbly than Blacky. His name is Milo. Not as black and smart as Blaky, Milo is slight plum and he walks slowly with his backside swinging from one side to another. With the new puppy at home, Blacky certainly can feel his position is on rock. Though Milo was just a puppy, Blacky will never let him get near to anyone of us. He will chased him away and with all those 'ngrrrr' angry sounds from both of them ( as Milo grow up and was about the size of Blacky, even bigger than Blacky) but they never attack each other, or at least not that we known of. Jealousy i guess but i know simply because he loves us all and wanted us to love him also.(OF COURSE, SILLY DOG!)
I remember some time back, Blacky had a fight with a cat appears from no where one afternoon at our balcony. Being tied down by his choker, he barely has the chance to win the battle. His fight was not victorious, he ended up badly injured by that damn cat. Blacky's tail was badly hurt that there were blood dripping on the floor and flesh were visible to our eyes even when we were standing far from him when we reached hearing the barking and everything. Blacky's whole body was shaking. He must have been scared to death. We were shocked too and seeing how he can't even sit despite his leg shaking pains our hearts.
Dad send Blacky to the vet immediately. The Indian doctor suggested to us to have a minor surgery to remove Blacky' tail. He will no longer be able to walk next to us with his tail 'whomp whomp' happily from side to side. I still remember the rubberband that was tied on this tail. It's exactly where the doc will cut his tail off. In the clinic, dad was holding Blacky who was laying on the operation table while the doc giving him the injection. I heard dad kept saying ' It's ok Blacky, sayang..sayang..sayang..” while running his hang across Blacky's body. I wonder if it's because of the injection or because Blacky know we trully 'sayang' him... he was calm and brave. I stood there with Jerry, my elder brother ( I think, or was it Barry? Well,nevermind) all it matters is that, Blacky is injured, he will need to be hospitalised for few days before we can pick him up . Dad's voice is still ringing in my ears whenever i recall. Blacky soft panting and dad's “it's ok, sayang sayang..” Dad must be very worried and sad back then. I was, we were.
After a couple of days, Blacky was back at home with his 2 inches short little tail. He seems healthy!! Thank God.
Not long after that, dad and mum bought our first house and we moved in. Blacky will have his own house just right next to our main gate. His house was build specially and entirely but dad. The house was painted in white with red roof and it is so big that you can actually have two adult dogs sleeping inside. I remember how Milo used to jump in Blacky's house and will eventually ended up being kicked off by Blacky. Blacky doesn't like to share. Milo doesn't seems to mind, afterall he's the selamba ones hahahaha
As Blacky grow older, there were already visible white hair. Mum will always fuss around both Blacky and Milo. Blacky hates bath and Milo loving every moment of it hahahaha Blacky bark at whoever strangers/ even friens that gets near to our gate, Milo will only bark when he sensed danger. Blacky is fierce, Milo is even fierce. Just like cat with the fur standing at the back of their neck when they are about to attack, yea, Milo has it too. Blacky don't dig a hole in the garden and nothing fascinate him much besides seeing our family members ( especially little bro) Milo, dig, burry, cover anything that is round in shape and regardless if it's a food or not, he won't eat it. He'll simply dig, burry and cover. He's busy even when he is on his own. So we have a truly well behave and smart adult Blacky and an adult with a kid in it, Milo.
At one time, Blacky's gotten old and somehow his tails began to swells and began to bleed. There were lots of red ants in his kennel ,flies mobbing the entire place and soon fleas, so horrible it is that you can actually sees some crawling on the floor. No matter how often or how clean mum cleanses, still it smells badly and dirty. Fearing for our own health, dad decided to bring Blacky to his construction site .
Dad always come home and then bring food to Blacky after our dinner. Always. Sometimes we will follow dad to visit Blacky. Blacky is always so excited to see us until one day, Dad came home very late at night and told us that he has lost Blacky. Blacky never come home after dad unbuckle him and let him run around after his dinner. Even until today, we didn't know where Blacky has gone.
My little bro cried and he was mad at dad for leaving Blacky. He didn't talk to dad for few days. It reminds me of how we will usually argue with our dad if ever he hits Blacky for being disobedient. Sometimes, all of us will not talk to Dad but that night, I believe Dad wishes we will not talk to him cause i think he is as sad and heart broken as we were. That was few years back. I do miss Blacky. He's cool, smart and yet so loving.
He was amazing.
And oh btw, the reason for my crying last night? I was reading MARLEY & ME.
p/s: As I wrote this, I receive a call from mum saying that dad has just brought home a new puppy and they named him Holick. YAY!!!!
Mum says Milo behave exactly like how Blacky was when he first arrives :)
Welcome to our family Holick :)
