A Life to be Celebrated
It was supposed to be the perfect closing to a lovely evening. It was supposed to be the beginning of things wonderful to come. It was supposed to be a small glimpse of a happy future ...
But it ended the moment she dashed out of the house into the road. In an instant, a blinding light, a blur image of metalic green and something moving too fast in a residential area like ours... A horrendous low thud after another, and then, time and all things else seemed to freeze as her lifeless body rolled on the ground, not even a whelp, not even a cry of pain.
Something in me came to life like a blazing flame when the realization hit me so hard, it was louder than the silence that pursued - the sudden knowing that I will never be able to tickle her ears like how I did just precious moments ago.
My feet became my master, my common senses lost in the midst of my anger. I dashed across the wet field, I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. There was only one thing in my head - to intercept the speeding Citroen Xsara and avenge her murder. But I am no match for no machine. I lost. I didn't even catch a glimpse of the number.
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Yesterday night, we lost a precious friend to a road mishap - some 'one' who is dear to Noodle's eldest brother and sis-in-law. No amount of words is enough to tell how we felt, no songs are enough to lament her departure, no praises can ever wholesomely describe how special she was in our hearts.
This post is dedicated to the memory of Bell, the smartest Daschund hound I have ever befriended, with temperaments and behaviour so human you'd think she's a child who knows no rest. Thank you for your company, and your gift of reminding us just how precious and fragile life is, no matter who you are...
But it ended the moment she dashed out of the house into the road. In an instant, a blinding light, a blur image of metalic green and something moving too fast in a residential area like ours... A horrendous low thud after another, and then, time and all things else seemed to freeze as her lifeless body rolled on the ground, not even a whelp, not even a cry of pain.
Something in me came to life like a blazing flame when the realization hit me so hard, it was louder than the silence that pursued - the sudden knowing that I will never be able to tickle her ears like how I did just precious moments ago.
My feet became my master, my common senses lost in the midst of my anger. I dashed across the wet field, I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. There was only one thing in my head - to intercept the speeding Citroen Xsara and avenge her murder. But I am no match for no machine. I lost. I didn't even catch a glimpse of the number.
...
Yesterday night, we lost a precious friend to a road mishap - some 'one' who is dear to Noodle's eldest brother and sis-in-law. No amount of words is enough to tell how we felt, no songs are enough to lament her departure, no praises can ever wholesomely describe how special she was in our hearts.
This post is dedicated to the memory of Bell, the smartest Daschund hound I have ever befriended, with temperaments and behaviour so human you'd think she's a child who knows no rest. Thank you for your company, and your gift of reminding us just how precious and fragile life is, no matter who you are...
posted by Phantom78 at 6:03 AM
3 Comments:
Thank you for a lovely post Babe...
I cannot understand what right anybody has speeding in a housing area, it was around 9pm, the usual time families take evening walks.. I cannot imagine if a child got hurt, though Belle was very child-like to all of us.
Sorry about your lost. I like daschunds as well.
When's my dad getting the one he promised me since I was 7???
:| Oh.... sad to hear that, must be very pain for the owner ...
My family faced it once where our little white puppy was sicked and too blurry after taking medicine, slept at the road side as usual he did, and a lorry came and ... rolled over his body...
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