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Goodbye Joe Joe

Good morning. Since I’m awake and kinda bored (its 5.56am), shall write a post dedicated to my late first pet dog, Joejoe. Some of you may already know of it via FB/Twitter and how much impact it had on me. It left peacefully in the morning of 26 October 2010 between 7am-8.30am.

“Mummy that dog so cute! That black one!” I chirped to Mummy, beckoning the black ball of fur.
“You really like this dog? I also think it’s very cute.” Mummy replied.

Mummy and I were at SPCA. This was in the beginning of year 1999, when I was 5 years old in my 2nd year of kindergarten. Out of the hundreds of dogs there, only one of them caught my eye. This black furball of cuteness was 2 years old then, named Daffy by the SPCA. We brought it home that day and I renamed it Joejoe because it was the only name it would respond to. Ha Ha Ha.

It took us and Joejoe about 2 weeks to adapt. Toilet-training, food, etc… weeks turned into months and we enjoyed all the company with Joejoe.

We celebrated Chinese New Year together, 1999.

Everybody say “awww…”

And national day. lol

Since young, Joejoe was kinda like my BFF. We would go anywhere together. When there was thunder, we would hide under tables cos we were afraid. Quirky, yet memorable. And whenever I was crying (for any reason at all, shan’t say them here), it would come running towards me and sit beside me. Perhaps it knew how I was feeling. It was a great company to have, especially when I’m really really really sad and there was no one there for me after my sad attempts trying to reach out.

You were sick, body rejected every food that entered your mouth. You went to the vet about 2 weeks ago and he said you didn’t have a long time left, and you would go very soon. I refused to believe anything. I wished i could slit the vet’s tongue and live in denial, but reality slapped me right in the face. Joejoe was already 14 years old. According to Leonard, my classmate, he says that it is very lucky to have lived so long because usually small dogs live up to about 8 years. So we fed Joejoe using a syringe, while carrying it, for a week because it had no energy to move about anymore.

And on Tuesday morning when I woke up to feed Joejoe, it was motionless and with no breathing. I couldn’t believe it so I gave my buddy Marcus Tay a call and asked “How do you know if a dog is dead?” and he said “There won’t be any breathing.” I ran over to check Joejoe and no, there was no breathing.

(don’t ask why i took a picture of it.)

Stupefied, I broke down. Called Mummy, who’s in Hong Kong, up and gave her a bad start to her morning :/ she gave me a number to call for Mobile Pet Cremation thingmagig. So i called, and this decent Chinese man came over to my place to take the carcass away. Before he wrapped Joejoe up, I stroked Joejoe’s head and tears were uncontrollable. Joejoe was wearing this cute Astroboy shirt (hehehe) when the man placed him into a garbage bag, then into a nice looking vinyl bag. After I paid the pale-looking man, I said bye and I couldn’t stop tearing as he said “Goodbye, take care ok?”. I wasn’t crying because of what he said, but the fact that Joejoe is gonna be cremated and its ashes thrown into the sea. I couldn’t bear to see Joejoe leave forever but this is the part and parcel of life and we all go through this.

After he left, i went back to my study desk, staring blankly at the white walls that seemed like they were crashing down on me as flashbacks raced through my mind. It was tormenting.

That evening when I went home after dinner with my schoolmates, I was expected a warm welcome from Joejoe but things are slightly different now. As I walked through the door, I realised I’ve walked into an empty house. A really empty house. I’ve never felt so lonely at home before.

Definitely I’ll miss all those times it ran away from cats (yes irony huh), times we played fetch/ shaking hands/ catching/ hide and seek, times we watched tv together, times we slept beside each other (SOUNDS WRONG BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN, RIGHT? right.), scratching its tummy, playing with my tooth that just dropped out, and so much more. I’m glad you left peacefully and not by some tragic accident. I’ll treasure all the times I had growing up with you and they will never be forgotten.

I love you Joejoe, and I’ll never forget you ♥

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