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Not a Pet-Lover Until I Lost One

      It was my preliminary examination week and I had to review my lessons well since I am currently taking all my major subjects. I admit I really had a full week and one night, something was quite not fine. It was cold outside and rain continues to pour. Lil' Samantha's not playing with me as she preferred to lie on one side corner near the kitchen door waiting for my mom to finish the dishes at the sink while I ate my dinner alone since I went home late from a meeting at school.

      It was midnight then that I realized there is something not right. Samantha's sleeping with mom and pop's room, but I could feel that she's not alright. She did not even bother barking when I opened the front door as I came home like she used to - it was like she's tryin' to say, "Yippee! Mom's home!" (since I treat her as my baby). She even did not bit my lady's stockings and follow me going to my room as I change my clothes. She did not lick my toes and I really felt strange. Little did I know that she was infected by a deadly virus and that midnight, she vomited.

      Early next morning, I still had a glimpse of her and bade goodbye for it was my first day of exam. My parents, also worried about my baby's situation, brought her at a nearby clinic. Parvovirus positive. That was the vet's statement. Samantha only had 20% survival when my parents brought her. Upon hearing this news, I was so shocked that animals could be as so delicate as a few-days born baby. And, wait. 20%? Could we still call that "survival percent"?! That is such a struggle between life and death! Could I even breathe if I too had been diagnosed and only had 20% left? But I know, lil Sam's gonna make it and she will be alright. The vet said she will be. 

        Four days went by so quickly. Four days without my baby and I still haven't checked on her. I hated the rain this time. I never hated the rain but it cancelled my planned visits to my poor Sam. I even blamed my exam schedule. I really hated that week. It was dreadful.

        Fourth of December, lunch time. I went home as early as I could so that I could finally visit my sweetie. "Sam's gone," papa said. Wait. Did I hear it right? Gone.... My poor lil baby had given up. The words were like little needles going through my heart and veins, I did not even notice my tears falling on my cheeks, hugging my papa tightly. We had lost Sam that morning, the time when I was still taking my exams but my thoughts were filled all about her. I just can't help holding my tears as the vet was trying to explain to me what had really happened.

         We had Samantha for only a month. She was given by a long-time family friend. She was a Yorkie and really had cute fluffy white furs. She barks at us when we get home and then stops when she's being carried. She likes to play with her stuffs- the teddy bear, her blanket, the consumable plastic bone.. my stockings are her favorite ones to bite! How I really miss her so much. She likes to be caressed and hugged. And she is definitely friendly to every visitor who gets to know her too.

Hugging Sam after a school day's load of work

       Her death was like losing someone who's very close to my heart. Samantha, though she did not even know how to talk was a great listener as where her name was derived. She can easily follow my commands. She behaves when we tell her to do so. She was a stress-reliever. In short, she gave our home another reason to smile. But, I did not know it was just a borrowed time.... Until now, I still think of her. I even cried a tear while writing this. Oh! My.. I'm not a pet-lover until I lost one... Never. I never cared for a pet like I did with Sam. I miss hugging her. I miss taking her to bath, feeding her up.. even cleaning up her mess. I miss playing with her. I miss her staring by the windows as we leave the house and patiently waits until we arrive back. I miss everything about Sam.

Sam was a stress-reliever

Mama and Samantha

Days have passed and I should be moving on. I and my mom both got really affected, I admit. We're very emotional. We get so attached easily... For now, I don't know if we should get another Sam. I don't know if I could bare again the feeling if these stress-relieving and lovable creatures would leave our home again. I am officially missing my Samantha but holding a thought that I have another angel up there gives me peace as I close my eyes tonight...I love you dear, Samantha. Mama will always love you forever..

Note: My family planned to have Samantha immuned with anti-parvovirus as early as possible. But a different vet (before we had her admitted to another vet) told us to wait until she's three (3) months old. Samantha died at two (2) months old. If only I could have that amount to sue that vet, I really would.