July 1, 2019
It was a rainy day when Prada gave birth to six beautiful puppies. Five puppies were joyfully welcomed into the world, but sadly, one puppy left us too soon. It was a heartbreaking day for us, and I know it was sad for Prada, too. I told her that her daughter had crossed the rainbow bridge. She looked at me with sad eyes and discomfort, then turned away and sighed. I called her again, "Baby Prada, we’ll take care of your babies for now. Just focus on getting better, okay? I love you." She glanced back at me, as if she wanted to come with me. I said goodbye to her with a sad smile, unaware that it would be the last time.
July 2, 2019
It was yet another rainy morning when I woke up to my mom gently opening the door. In a soft voice, she said, "Nika... Prada is gone. You should come and see her." I was shocked and horrified, and I asked my mom to repeat what she just said. I curled up like a baby and cried my heart out. Memories of her flooded my mind, making me cry even harder and feel an overwhelming sense of pain. All I could think about was how desperately I needed to see her.
My mom and I rushed to the vet to find her. As I climbed the stairs, I could barely breathe, dreading the moment I would see her lying there cold and lifeless. When I finally reached her, I held her paw, rubbing my thumb against hers while crying, telling her that her five puppies were waiting for her. The vet was explaining what had happened, but I found myself just nodding, tears streaming down my face as I looked at Prada. I still couldn’t believe she was really gone, gone forever. Her eyes were slightly open but lifeless—flat. It was heartbreaking. The pain was immense. I lost my daughter.
Prada, my sweet child, I miss you so much. I will miss everything about you.
I will miss your eyes, how they sparkled whenever you saw us. I will miss scratching your belly and back, and the shy kisses you’d give me. I’ll miss watching you run excitedly around the house, bumping into everything—remember that time you broke the three-foot jar? Haha. I will miss how you would shake nervously during car rides, yet you still loved those long trips to Pangasinan, even if you did leave behind some stinky farts along the way! I’ll miss seeing you lounging in the laundry area, your favorite hangout spot with Rover and Chedeng in the afternoons.
Every day, I will miss you, anak. I love you, Prada. Run free, and I hope to see you soon. Kisses to you, my darling Prada. :(
The worst feeling. :( I feel your pain. Prada is watching over you. Love you!
ReplyDeleteSuper. I miss her everyday :(
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