ဘော်ဘီ တင်ဆွေ သို့လွမ်းဆွတ်ခြင်း
I feel like I want to write a eulogy, having learnt the news of his passing today.
I named him Bobby TimSway, but he was known as ပျောက်ကျား by the community; he was a two-month-old stray puppy that used to roam the place where I live in.
He had 11 siblings. Most of them found a loving and caring home.
He and his three siblings, all females, were left out and struggled together with his mum, the dethroned queen of the place. I got to know him through his sister, whom I named Bella TimSway, aka လေးလုံး in the community; she likes to pay a visit to me quite often.
A week ago, on a fine Sunday, he came home with his two siblings: Bella TimSway and Jackie TimSway, in the late afternoon and didn’t leave. I let them sleep at my place as it was too late, and I didn’t have the heart to chase them out after 10 PM.
They slept like a log until 1 AM, and little did I know that my nightmare began then. They were crying, howling, chasing each other, and keeping me wide awake the whole morning up until 5 am. I was too exhausted and felt shit as I had to clock in that morning.
Despite my consensus, he and his siblings followed me to 9o5. As it was dangerous for them, I had to chase them away, but they were as stubborn as a mule. Ultimately, I had no choice but to walk them back to their mummy.
On the way, we were stopped by two adults lost-pet that showed interest in Bobby and Jackie. Jackie was shitting herself, but Bobby, to my amazement and despite his size and age, put on a brave face and walked like a jungle of the king right beside me and barked at those two to mind their own business and leave them alone.
Now he is gone, which I can’t believe. He will, without a doubt, always be remembered in the corner of my heart and by many of those who think of him so highly.
May he rest in peace.