In memory of Lou

My most-loved dog died this week at the age of 6. His name is Lou Lou.

I came to know him for 6 months. Short yet sweet. In my memory, Lou was a little brother even though he was not my dog. Lou was fond of pretty girls. Whenever he saw girls in dresses, he glued his eyes to the girls and even came to kiss her if he knew her. He waved his tail fast to show his affection. I still remember whenever he saw me outside, he pushed his foot, trying to stand up and kissed me on my lips. He loved the light. He loved the grass. Whenever I walked with him, he always led us to the bright spot like he hated the dark. He loved to walk on grass since it brought him a sense of smell and he could freely to do his private stuff, though in public. Though my boyfriend and I walked him to the park, he was the one who determined where to go, where not to go. Clearly, he got his preferences. Whenever we crossed the road, he always looked back at me as if he wanted to make sure I was doing ok. I still remember, when I did head stand, Lou always came and smelled at my nose like he wanted to check if I was breathing. So when I was with Lou, I always fell off since he made me tickled.

Like every dog, he loved playing with  tennis balls. When we threw the balls up in the air, he got over excited. He barked, ran around furiously and wanted to get the ball in my hand so much that he tried to stand up and even bit me. Of course, I was scared. So my boyfriend thought of playing with 3 balls. Lou ended up feeling confused, not knowing what to do. He just sat there, looking at the balls, probably thinking "how could I get 3 balls?".

Lou caught a liver disease and died shortly after that. The reason for his death was obscure but one thing for sure, the New Pet hospital couldn't care less.  Lou died so quick that it was a shock for everyone since 4 hours prior to his final breath, he was still able to walk. We felt so sorry because we should have paid more attention to his situation.

Lou's death was life-altering moment to me. It put things in perspective. It is a reminder of not to sweat the small stuff in the grand scheme of life. I marvel at the human world, at the mankind's shoulders, at what experience they have been through. I thought of Lou's "parents", my acquaintances, this must be devastated for them. And they still have to make it through. It's tough, isn't it? Is it fair? Why? Why and why? Experience like this made me think a lot.

It's easier said than done. However, I will try to take a step back whenever I get furious to see whether it's worth it. I will think of Lou.

Rest in peace my brother. May you embark on a new journey happily. We will miss you.