Personal – Pummkin's Pitch

Finding Peace

pummkin — Wed, 10 Jul 2019 18:51:57 +0000

I’m trying my best not to be sad and as I thought about our walks in Stony Park (cemetery near my former place) how it was always a big adventure, I remembered the time when a cock crowed. We were minding our own business when all of a sudden, the next thing that happened was faster than lightning. Rufus struck a chicken tied to a tree trunk!! OMG! I was shouting at Rufus to drop the chicken! Drop it! Drop it!!! Stop biting the cock!!!……while scurrying downhill navigating the gravestones to grab him by the harness. A man sprung up from one of these gravestones, a bird poacher it seems, as he was hiding behind and started yelling at Rufus & I. Then I shouted back at him demanding to know why he tied the chicken (rooster or more like jungle fowl that the poacher used to lure other fowls) up seeing that my dog was roaming in the park. My free ranging canine reluctantly dropped the still-alive poultry, as I dragged him back up the slope to head home with a mouthful of feathers. OMG. I didn‘t know if the cock was more traumatised then or I was, having to deal with two animals and a crazy poacher on a Sunday morning. Of course I felt bad that he had shaken the chicken half dead. Rufus was a very instinctive dog and was a natural hunter & protector. Soon after his attention was diverted by the tone of the poacher’s voice, he began to growl at him. It was then that I saw how fierce he was but looking back now, I laughed so hard at all the drama he’s given me, teaching me about life, about humans being scarier than ghosts in cemeteries, staying safe and the importance of communicating with your pets so that they will know your tone of voice if you are in danger.

Thank you, dear friends, for calling me and crying with me, letting me know how you identified with my pain as you too, felt the grief that I am still feeling. I’m truly sorry but am so grateful that your calls and messages made me feel better. Some of you have journeyed with Rufus & I from the days of FFF rescue, babysat him in my absence and missions, and experienced all the hilarious drama he had gotten himself into (and you in the process) and I know that Rufus had an extended family in all of you.

I leave you with this peaceful picture of him curled up and sleeping on my bed and be comforted in the knowledge of what’s written inEcclesiastes 3:18-21: “As for humans, God tests them so that they may see that they are like the animals. Surely the fate of human beings is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath (literally “spirit“); humans have no advantage over animals. Everything is meaningless. All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return. Who knows if the human spirit rises upward and if the spirit of the animal goes down into the earth?” And in Luke 12:6 “Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.” Although there’s no biblical support to say whether dogs will end up in heaven, I still find the comfort in knowing that animals will continue to exist in the Kingdom of Heaven in Isaiah 11:6-9.

Rufus’ Last Day

pummkin — Mon, 08 Jul 2019 15:42:47 +0000

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.

Cajoling Into The Time Tunnel

pummkin — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 10:17:59 +0000

It’s been quite a few weeks after cajoling myself up to Cameron Highlands to see what I did not get to see at Christmas last year. A successful alarm dodges near the dash. I visited the Time Tunnel, an antiquated pieces museum that depicted the history of Cameron Highlands & her visitors, the period pieces of life that denoted a simple childhood & the decor that adorned coffeeshops of old. I’ve contemplated on starting a proper travel blog to publish my life’s work & it’s currently underway. Once that is up, you can bookmark it to read about my journey & come here to listen to issues that I so do not want to deal with! I’m hoping to do this as much as I can!

More about the Time Tunnel later in the new travel blog. You can access the article here:- Time Tunnelling In The Cameron Highlands