Remembering
Benji, The Unwanted Puppy
She should be
called Lucky, not Benji as she was so lucky to be picked up by si Upik as a
very little, dirty, stinking, shivering puppy, left behind in a garbage heap in
the rain with her eyes so piteously looking. She had to be given away and was
sent to a Hansip (a man in charge to
guard our district) who kept street dogs. She was so small, she couldn’t
compete with the others for food, yet, almost unbelievable, she was so lucky
this little puppy she could crawl and find the way back, entered stumbling
through the trellis gate into our house the next day. Then si Upik decided to take care of her
despite her mother’s wishes. She was treated
in a dog’s asylum for her skin decease. She again was lucky she wasn’t
killed as the doctor might think that she should better be finished as she was
so ugly, stinking, no one would have, or
buy her unless si Upik take her back. And she came back after a long
time and paid the doctor for his care.
Benji was bald
when she came back, grew up, became healthy, beautiful with long hair, so
loved. She was regarded as a very loved member of our family. Our coming home
was a joy to see her waiting for us on the balcony, then lively, excitedly
welcomed us, running to and fro, jumping
up the stairs. She was so courageous that she jumped up, raged when the thunder threatening roared and
when I took her for a walk she gladly went with me, she wasn’t ashamed though
when she had her knotted, twisted hair badly cut. There was no dog jeered at her foolish
appearance. It was me that was ashamed, embarrassed walking with her. Ha. Ha.
These are the
only pictures of her, I am happy I can preserve it in You Tube, even though she was already old,
feeble and sick. I still see her in my mind.
We all missed
her when she died. If Benji only could
be retrieved back to life, I would gladly clean up when she vomits, or spoon
her when she’s reluctant to eat, ... But as I now think am I happy that she
died. Peaceful now, free from her illness and piteous appearance, instead to
live a life of sufferings in old age.
July 2000
March 2012
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