Ex animal Lover.

I am inspired by Natasha's latest blog post  and as I has pretty much the same story as her, I'm inspired to write something about my 'tails' too.

I used to be an animal lover, but I stopped being one after the last dog that I care much died under my care.

My first memory of being 'close' to an animal was when I was in kindergarten. We used to live just next to my Uncle's house and at that time, they owned an orange furry friend. 

At a young age, I was often left alone at home as my parents were both working and my brothers and sister were schooling in primary school. So, as you can guess, I only have le furry friend as my companion at that time. 

I still remember sitting next to him and talks childish talk to him like he was my imaginary friend, and our chit-chat session will stop when my siblings come back from school. And after that, my uncle adopted a few puppy into the family and I had new friends to play with. And I still remember, we, being the ET siblings will each take one puppy under our care, distributing the number of dogs equally among us. My elder sister always pick the cutest puppy as her own and I always left with the most plain looking puppy as my own. 

But despite the fact that I got the most 'plain' looking puppy of all, it's the one that people loves to play with. Why? Because he received much attention and loves from me everyday that he was trained to be friendly, playful and lovable. Hehe. But le doggy does not live long and died at the young age due to unknown medical illness (Med talk @.@). That's basically how I come to love animals and more doggy came to our life after that, but all of them only stays for a short while. @.@ 

Then and again, we moved after that and continues having doggy as our house watch at the new home. And there comes a day when another uncle of mine offered a cute, fluffy white puppy to us, and we happily accepted the puppy into our family. And it was the most lovable puppy that I ever had. Maybe because the trait was somewhat more special than the previous puppies, I love him more than the others. @.@

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I named him Popo. He was the cutest being that I ever had in my life. Maybe because I was more mature than I was previously, I gave him extra attention than I ever had on my previous pets. I will make sure that he had regular meals everyday and washed him once a week using our hair shampoo.  ~.~  I still remember the after-shower smells and the obvious change in his hair's color after washing (Brownish --> white), and the huge satisfaction of seeing a white doggy after the shower.

I don't know whether other dogs do this, but Popo knows how to play 'Hide-and-seek"! I will start the game by chasing after him, and hide when he was busy running, and being the cute dog he was, he will wander around the house looking for me and upon finding me, he will run away and stays at one place quietly, waiting for my turn to look for him. *Sigh, those were the good times

Then, time flies, I become busy with my school works, and spend less times at home. I spared less attention to his meal, less attention to his well being and what happened to him after that was regrettable.

No other dog can replace Popo's place in my heart, and after losing him due to my own ignorance, I stopped having dog as a pet.

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And now, being away in the hostel for so long, I lost the bit of myself that cares and loves for animal. I forgotten the warm feeling of having a pet. A lovable pet. And I missed the old times, when life was as carefree and as simple as running around the house with a lovable dog without carrying the future burden on my shoulder.

-Sorry for any incorrect grammar or whatever, I am not a perfect writer so just ignore if there is any typo or grammar mistakes, peace ^^v -