…because she’s more like my and Randy’s first baby.
Who is Beauty?
I have already introduced her in one of my blog entries last year. She
is was my pug, given to me by Randy way back in 2003. I initially did not want a pug because it looked like a gremlin to me. But Randy convinced me to want a pug. And so he searched for a good pug and together we went to QC to buy Beauty. I had such good hopes for Beauty and me together in my tiny apartment.
Poodle vs. Pug
Before Randy and I met, I lived in a house with a lady who owned a poodle. Alam n’yo naman ang poodle, matalino. My housemate’s poodle used to “fetch” any person to bring him (the poodle) out to poop, tapos isang tawag lang kay poodle lapit agad. Tap your hand on the couch or bed twice and he will join you. Such a joy to be a pet ‘di ba? Tapos mabango pa.
Enter Beauty the pug. On her first night with me, she slept in my room but my illusions of her sleeping on my bed crumbled because I was roused from my sleep by her awful-smelling poop! And after a grueling day in class (thesis days ko ito), I used to return to an apartment full of her ipot-ipot. I left newspapers for her to poop on, but she pooped where there was no newspaper! And there’s the pug smell–the only time she smelled good was when I bought her an almost P2,000-worth of dog shampoo!
Despite all those inconveniences, one can’t help but love Beauty. Tish (I call her Tish. Etymology? Beauty –> Beautician –> Beautycian-Tician-Tician –> Tish. Gets?) was a funny, energetic dog. She was able to bring joy to He-Man, Randy’s grouchy champion dobermann in his (He-Man’s) twilight days. She was very friendly to everyone and her actions make everyone laugh. Especially when she makes that rocking actions when she rubs her itchy belly on cement. And how yabang she is when she sees other dogs–akala mo kung sino’ng asong matapang tapos ‘pag sinugod siya tatakbo sa likod ng dobermanns ni Randy! She was our most loved dog. She was the only one who freely roamed around, and the only dog who can go in and out of our house at will. She was the queen, and she’s the only dog that Vanguard the bully dobermann can’t bully.
The funny accident
When I was a working girl (not at BRAIN TRAIN), I left Beauty at the care of Randy because I couldn’t take care of Beauty. I lived in a different town hours away from Los Banos with no helper. One day I saw several missed calls from Randy. When I finally got to talk to him he reported that he was all panicky when he made that call, because Beauty fell off the 2nd floor roof of the BRAIN TRAIN building! What happened was that it had just rained and when Beauty heard stray dogs outside the gate, she ran to the roof and then slipped. Randy saw her motionless and rushed her to the vet in a state of panic. When they arrived at the vet she was her usual malikot self. Parang walang nangyari! The vet checked her and proclaimed she was OK, thus Randy assumed her body fats cushioned her fall.
That story used to always elicit laughs from people.
Nawawala si Beauty!!!
Beauty got “lost” several times. It’s usually false alarm, like she was just hiding in the bushes of the garden, sleeping under our bed, etc. But the last time she got lost, I thought I’d never see her again. I remember getting teary-eyed when I was making LOST PUG posters. Randy and I also spent a whole morning posting these posters all over Los Banos. Only to find out she was just in our neighbor’s house. The kids had already christened her with a different name. Good thing another neighbor’s maid saw Beauty in their bakuran. As to why our neighbor of three years didn’t know she belonged to us and returned her to us, I don’t know. All that mattered at that time was that we recovered Beauty.
The not-so-funny effects of the accident
When I was pregnant, something happened to Beauty: she had incontinence. She used to pee and poop and didn’t seem to take notice. Poop used to fall from her tushy and she would just walk as if nothing happened. At first we thought she was back to her undisciplined days. But then it kept on happening. When Raviv was already crawling, we had no choice but to remove Beauty from inside our home. We also saw Beauty dragging her rear limbs when walking. We initially thought that her rear limbs were just itchy and that was her way of scratching it. But it also happened and happened. We brought Beauty to the vet and the vets prescribed some meds that we religiously gave to Beauty. But to no avail.
Early January this year, we brought Beauty to a vet again. This time a different, more experienced vet. What the vet told me broke my heart: she suggested putting Beauty to sleep. Not sleep sleep but sleep as in euthanasia. The vet said that her rear part was paralyzed, probably because of her fall. The X-rays might not have shown it, but her spinal cord (or column ba?) might have been damaged very minutely. But that the effects of that minute damage, even a hairstrand-like breakage, were causing Beauty’s paralysis and incontinence. The vet said that Beauty will just be in pain because her excretory system was affected, and that her limbs will just have gangrene. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I told the vet to give Beauty and me more time before we put her to sleep.
Promises, promises, promises
I swore to myself I’ll spend the next month with Beauty. But chores were just piling up, and I kept telling myself “Tomorrow na talaga!”. In short, I never gave Tish the time, until she just died.
The day Beauty died I was in Sta. Rosa City manning our new office. And for some reason I kept on thinking about Beauty that day. I even planned on blogging and asking readers what their thoughts are on euthanasia.
I arrived home late that night. I just had dinner and had excitedly posted pictures of our new Sta. Rosa office on Instagram.
The sad news
And then Dodong knocked on our bedroom door and dropped the bombshell, “Ma’am, patay na raw po si Beauty.”
Randy and I wasted no time and went down. I saw Beauty’s lifeless body sprawled on the floor, her eyes still open.
It broke my heart and yet I also felt relieved I didn’t have to play God (choose whether she lives or dies) to her, and because her suffering has ended. But what I regret the most was that I didn’t keep my promise to her. For all I know, she’d been ready to die weeks ago but held on to my promise–for me to cuddle her despite her lingering odor, and for me to play footsie with her again even though her lower limbs were paralyzed.
So despite that I had to be up early the next day and despite my lethargy after a day’s work. I stayed. I stroked Beauty’s fur until her grave was dug. I tried to shut her eyes close to make her look like just a sleeping Beauty.
And with just a flashlight from a cellphone, we buried Beauty. I had to make do with the available flowers I picked from our plants. It was the least I could do to undo a bit of my broken promise to my Beauty.
So many people were bothered with Beauty’s demise, especially my longtime friends and former Brain Trainees. It’s just so touching that to many people, Beauty ain’t just a beast–an animal. She offered every person who met her a glimpse of the joy owning a dog could give.
Rest in peace Beauty. Thank you for being a part of our lives. You gave us countless laughs and you were a constant source of comic relief. You’ll always be my favorite dog.
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