DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the sounds embedded within this audio clip. All sound files are found on www.freesound.org and their respective owners. The first BGM is the instrumental version of Colbie Caillat’s ‘Bubbly’ and the Second, Natasha Bedingfield’s ‘Wild Horses’.
Hello! This is my submission for my VisualAudio Storytelling assignment. In this entry I tell the tale of how I got home one day and found out my momma adopted a dog from one of our relatives (who couldn’t afford to keep it). I’ve had it since I was 4 and I was really just having him. That was the end of it. I wanted no more than having him. I disliked keeping up with his maintenance that I gradually spent less time with him and such, even though he was ever faithful and loyal to me - welcoming me home everyday, sleeping in my room everyday, watching over me - I was so foolish back then.
It was only in his later days that I grew to appreciate him, and all the little things he’s done for me, the things that I took for granted. It was also later that he died, that I realized that these ‘little things in life’ that make the best memories.
We were very happy just having each other then. But as you know, Fate is a harsh mistress, and Death a cruel one.
He was all weak and frail, just as I thought he would be when he aged so I didn’t pay much heed to it. I tucked him to bed that night like I did every day. The next day I went out and halfway through my day, my mom called me to tell me he was dying. Of course just there and then it didn’t hit me hard because I hadn’t the slightest grasp of the gravity. Instinctively, I took a cab home and when I’d arrived..
He was lying down by the window, helpless and sickly. He moved his head to look at me and wagged his tail.
Weird, huh? He was all fine the night before and now he’s all crippled by old age. His hind legs were paralyzed and I cried so hard as I watched him struggled to move.
My mom told me he was flailing and whining before I’d came and that he so wanted to see me one last time. She also told me the vet said there was no salvation already.
A life that cannot be salvaged. You tell me.
That day I hugged him as I napped. When I woke up, he was completely numbed by paralysis started to feel a little bit chilly. His jaws hardened in a tight grip and his lower torso, a rock solid. Then I whispered to him ‘Go, just go. Don’t stay any longer. It hurts me as much as it hurts you, Whiskey. Just go…’
As if he understood me, he whined and moaned back at me. At that point I could no longer hold back my tears, they fell so instinctively.
He called out to me one last time with the most merciful and grimaced tone.
‘I love you, too.’ I replied, hugging him even tighter.
Losing someone or something close that has spent their entire life with you isn’t easy. Heck, one month together is difficult as hell already, needless to say for a good fourteen fucking years.
Rest in peace, buddy. You will forever be missed.
