Meet Tucker. He was a 3 yrs old mix breed dog. Yes, you read it right "was". He died 4yrs ago due to an unknown disease. It was too late when we tried to treat him because his body was no longer accepting any form of medicine. But we won't talk about his death neither how I overcome the healing because we all know how very sad could that be.
First of all I miss my tucker very much. Even if he was not really ours. We were just asked to look after him because the real owner got really busy with work so we took him in and takes care of his needs instead. He wasn't like this when he was handed to us. He was so thin and has lots of wounds. And by take care meaning we treated his wounds and give him lots of attention with love.
He likes to play around. He get use to us and likes to be around the house all the time. We always hesitate to put him out of the house every night but my mother wasn't that much fond of a dog that time so we only play with him during the day.
Tucker was a very sweet, good and the most behave dog we ever had. He likes to cuddle with me, plays with me before we go to sleep. Waits for me to get home. I always bring him with me at the beach which was his favorite!
He do not waste foods. He wasn't picky, lucky us he eats anything we feed on him. He was not loud too, I mean usually dogs bark whenever they see something around but Tucker wasn't like that which I think is a bit downside because thieves may just come around and we wouldn't notice them.
He patiently waits til our next round of swimming after resting. Always giving me this kind of look.
However this have changed in time when Christmas came after we lighted some firecrackers. He got scared to death. After that incident he became very distant to us and barks at us as if he forgotten who we are. I got worried and don't know what to do. I then realize about the firecrackers we had. It was the one which gives him so much trauma that he might thought it was bad. That we were trying to hurt him but we're not. Since then my father stops lighting firecrackers every christmas even after Tucker died.
We gave tucker time to heal by himself. We were very careful because he might bite us but for so many attempts, I can see that Tucker was fighting himself from doing so. He was fighting to harm us. After several weeks of visiting him and played with him, he finally got recovered from such trauma and he's back to being the Tucker whom we love so much.
A year after what happened, he died and what pains a lot was I wasn't there on his last day because of work. My parents didn't inform me ahead too, they waited for me to come home and realized no Tucker was barking and wiggling tails anymore. He was my first hearbreak honestly. I feel like I lost a friend. A pillow to cry on. My cheerful playmate. Now that I have Murphy (my 1yr old fur-baby) I still remember our Tucker. I will do everything to always make up my absence on my friend who's always been waiting his tails on me whenever I gets home.
Loving a pet can be very therapeutic. They are our angels in a form of animals who plays as our guardian and our medicine at the same time. Who gives warm on our cold and vulnerable hearts. Please do love your pets or even if they're not yours, pet them, feed them, show them what love is because they deserve it too.
Thank you for remembering my Tucker with me hivers. I still miss him and always. Take care with love!
