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She came without a sound and left when we least expected it…
I’d talked to her on wednesday night and she looked at me with her big brown eyes…

It was a rainy weekday afternoon when we set eyes on each other.  She stopped and looked at me with her soulful eyes as i was closing my gate, begging me silently to let her in for shelter. I said hi and the bond was set. But my granny shooed her out, and she scurried away.

A few days later, I saw her again. I gave her some crackers and she lapped up every crumb. I called her Big Dog. She doesnt have a proper name. We all call her Big Dog.

As you might have guessed , she was big.
And she has big soft soulful eyes that could melt every heart…I know her eyes melted my heart the moment i saw her…  She was neutered/spayed and had no tail.I guess she was dumped at our neighbourhood by her previous owner.

I was the one who unofficially adopted her. I was the one who fed her crackers and bread. I could still remember once I stood in the rain whilst she gobbled down every bit of crackers I gave her, shielding her with my brolly.

Soon, every member in the family fell in love with her. We didn’t get her a license or kept her in the house. Swas used to roaming around freely with White Dog and we reckoned that it would bore her to death to be kept in our compound.

My granny saved up scraps fr our table for her, we bought her dog biscuits and as a treat, I’d get her a can of meat every month.
She came every morn and evening for meals and in-between for snacks. She’d run up the road when she sees our cars returning, even in the wee hours of the morn, after my mamak sessions, she’d be there to greet me and plonk herself down at our gate to rest.

Tthursday morn, 10 a.m. 
I was still in dreamland… They came and took her away…
White dog was safe, he hid under a car.Big Dog was too fat to hide….

She was so pretty and clever… She’d come running e/time she sees us or when we call her name or when we knock her feeding bowl on the ground…
She is such a mild tempered and gentle doggie….

We tried to look for her, called up MPAJ and the SPCA. My cousin brother spent the whole afternoon in Puchong looking for the place where they’ll put the dogs to sleep, all to no avail…

I couldnt sleep for the past two nights. Thursday night as I came back fr work, I looked at my side mirror, hoping to see a familiar figure running up the road…
Reality sank in…
My Big Dog was gone… gone forever…
No more soft brown eyes looking at me…
No more saying Hello Big Dog…

I cried… yes I did..
I’m crying now… 
I  miss her. We all miss her. My mom and granny can’t sleep, my uncle misses the way she licks his hand when he calls out to her.. My aunt feels sad the whole two days, my cousin bro looked in vain for her, my cousin sis’ heart’s broken… every one misses Big Dog… :(
If only my granny had woken me up that morning… I’d have paid them to set her free… I wouldnt have let them take her away…. Why did they have to take away such a gentle dog? She was harmless. Etime I think of her fate, my heart breaks over and over…

Life itself is a tragedy…

Have u ever loved and lost a doggie???