Rufus has left us at 12.30pm today. I held him close and kissed him goodbye till he breathed his last. I cried so much knowing that he’s not going to be around anymore. There would be no warm, furry body beside me to pat to sleep, no one to answer to my calls of distress when a cicak falls on me, no one to sit beside me when I feel like going birdwatching. The reality of losing a pet you loved so much sunk in when I looked around the house and there were pieces of his memories everywhere from the blankets, rugs and pillows on the floor to his harness and collar that laid by the door. He was in pain and would collapse halfway walking across the hall. This rough and tough cookie of a dog that used to hunt every animal in sight, was hanging on till the very end. It hurt me more to see him suffering and I prayed for God’s forgiveness to take away his misery.
We buried him at the side of the pond near my house, underneath a shady tree. From dust he came, to dust he returned. Out of the 12yrs I had him, 9 of them were the most exciting, joyful, funny and adventurous of all. I only wished I had more than these 2 months of his remaining time to spend with him. He has brought me so many unforgettable moments as my bodyguard, outdoor companion furkid. May God resurrect him one day when Jesus returns for he was chosen in the Lord for me. (Romans 16:13) Rest in peace, Darling. You will roam free with the rest who had gone before you now.
Pictures taken on our last day outdoors together. We went to Genting Highlands where he could experience the cold in his winter attire and be in the natural again.
