I patted my dog Bea’s leg and bid her goodbye before leaving for work yesterday morning. She wagged her tail in response as she looked at me with her frail, brown eyes. I always make sure that I say goodbye to her whenever I leave the house.
“Don’t go yet. Wait for me.” I told her.
Traffic was terrible last night and after a 2.5-hour drive, I finally reached home. As I opened our gate I could hear the noise of our dogs barking as it melodied with the mild rain. I immediately searched for Bea the moment I stepped out of my car. I thought she was already gone as I wasn’t able to find her anywhere. I called her name but it was her daughter Walda who approached me. She led me to our kitchen and there I saw Bea lying down near the countertop with her son Rap standing next to her. She could barely move but she still managed to look at me when I gently patted her leg. She didn’t wag her tail anymore. She just stared at me as I tearfully smiled at her.
“It’s ok na, Bea. You can go. Rest ka na.”
I woke up at 3:30AM this morning. It was still raining. I checked on Bea again. She was still in the kitchen but she was in a sleeplike position, motionless. Walda and Rap greeted me and we all went to where Bea was. I patted her leg. I patted her body. I patted her cheek. No response.
My dog Bea was gone. She was 10 years old.
I love you, Bea.
♥ Mwah! ♥
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