Bobo's made it to Heaven.
Lucky bitch.
My first encounter with Bobo was when she spent the night at our place, uninvited. She slipped off quietly the next morning, not knowing I was hot on her heels. I padded along silently like a thief. She stopped at a terrace house down the road and waited at the gate. After 10 minutes, I was getting impatient. I pressed the doorbell and was greeted by a 40-something housewife. The whole conversation went something like this:
"Auntie?" I said.
"Auntie, is this your dog? She spent the night at my place, in case you were worried. Sorry I couldn't tell you earlier coz I didn't know who is her owner."
"Oh, yes ar? You can have her if you want. We got no time to look after her."
Although I wasn't impressed with how her mind works, I was glad to have Bobo coz she proved to be a pleasant addition to our family of 3 adults, 1 dog, 2 cats, 4 kittens, 1 turtle and 6 carps.
She was a docile canine which yelped rather than barked and got along well with Whiskey, our terrier-mixed mutt, the cats and their kittens, which Whiskey hated with a passion.
The years whizzed past. I got hitched and only got to see the dogs when I visited my mom on weekends.
Sunday, 26th February 2006 was a traumatic day as mom dully informed me that Bobo passed away 5 days ago. She was still decomposing in the garden as mom was not strong enough to dig for a grave. Clyde and I bought some soil and promptly covered Bobo's carcass.
Bobo must have known her time has come, for she crawled off to a corner to die.
...alone.
..just as we've found her.
Bobo, rest in peace. I will see you again.
