It was a sunny day yesterday. The sky was blue and the sun was golden in colour.
I didn't see Tiger so i called out. No response. I called out again and again, there was still no sign of him. I walked to the gate where i last saw him the night before. I called out his name again and still, i didn't see him running towards me like he always did.
I told myself, perhaps he had run further to play and would return shortly, like he always did.
When mum and I were about to go out for morning breakfast, mum suddenly yelled from outside the gate where she stood to wait for me to reverse the car - "Your dog is dying! Your dog is dying!" i quickly ran outside and there i saw poor Tiger, resting restlessly under the bushes of flowers. There, he lied with blood and wounds all over his body. He managed to lifted his head to look at us. OMG, he had been attacked!
My mum and I quickly transferred him onto a flat box. I pulled the box where his injured body lied, inside the house compound. He cried a few times out of pain. I stopped and padded him and told him he would be alright. He looked at me with pitiful eyes. I know Tiger, it's painful. I will try to be fast. The place where he lied injured is right outside our house gate, yet it seemed hundreds of miles away. I prayed for Tiger while i pulled him further inside.
Finally, i got tired and Tiger was too painful to be moved further. I decided to let him rest there for just a while. He had got injured many times before but always, he managed to heal himself after a few days of rest, he would be fine this time too, i told myself, even though deep down i knew, this time he was hurt too seriously.
I called a house vet to come to take a look at him. The vet gave him medications and raw egg to replenish his energy. The vet told me to monitor Tiger as these 3-4 days would be his critical time. As Tiger wasn't resting under the roof, the vet kindly suggested that we pull him into the car porch, which is about 100 cm away. And he asked me to hold his head so he wouldn't bite. Just when i was reaching towards his mouth, the vet pulled him. Out of pain, Tiger turned around and accidentally bit my wrist.
I quickly washed my wound and i padded Tiger to tell him to get a rest while i made my way to the emergency ward to treat my wound. Tiger had rabies vaccination but as he was attacked by a few dogs and we had no knowledge as to whether they are vaccinated, to be safe, i must be vaccinated too.
While i was waiting at the emergency for my treatment, my dad called me. He said "i think Tiger is dead". I told him he was just resting. "He isn't moving and he isn't breathing", to which i replied "oh, he just had his medication. Maybe he is sleeping. I will go home to look at him shortly".
I hung up the phone and sat there crying. Tiger is dead.
10 years maybe just a small part of my life but it is Tiger's whole life.
Tiger, you have left many good memories and we all miss you very much. You are now free from pain and hope you are now happily running around with our doggy friends in the pet heaven. We love u~ Amituofo.
Tiger 2009 - 2019
