So its the night before new years eve right.. as usual, after work. We will let Mongo ( my dog ) unleashed so he could run around happily.
its just that night. i felt the most terrible feeling of hurt and sadness, my dog ran out.. usually he will come back, but that night. He never did.
shit
my father drove around town 2 look for him, no sign of him. We look out the door several times in a hope he will be outside the pavement as usual.. but no sign of him.
During this time, i didnt say anything, i have lost for words. Its really my 1st time 2 go trough this tragedy, 2 have someone close 2 me taken away. In this time, flashes of thoughts flooding me. I question myself, "who would took him", "would they hurt him" and "where is he"
I prayed, and i did cried, just tears, no sobbing and mourning. Because throughout the whole time, i tried 2 keep strong, but my heart is in pain, and hurt. I just couldn't stop my tears. I wiped it off when someone walk pass by.
I imagine someone hurting mongo, and got really angry but helpless.. i curse whoever that would hurt and kidnap my mongo. Even though i am clueless as to what really happen to him. I stayed up late till 2am, felling restless, i when out 2 look around if by any luck or chance, i can find him. But i came back with nothing, mom ask me where i went, I said, " i went to the shop 2 get some drinks ".
JUST FOR THOUGHTS
You have no idea how Men would cover up his emotion no matter what the cost. Even if it means lying 2 himself. U will be lucky if a men would share some emotional experience with u, or just talk about hurtful experience with all their heart. I would say... its once in a full moon opportunity. Even with close friends, men tend 2 have fun 2gether. Sorry, i dont intend to stereotype, but at least i think it this way. Its true for me.
ANYWAY
I sleep after that, but not after i have stared out the door window 2 look for any sign of Mongo. In my dream, i did dream of my dog. But other things concerning it as well, could not really remember.
7am- i woke up, went 2 the toilet. Stared out the door window.. still no sign of my dog. Felt weak and down. I went back 2 sleep again.
10am i think.. some guy knocks on the door, and my dad answers it. The conversation woke me up. Its a man from the council, and a few words he mentions caught my attention. "your dog" and "hes safe" omg. Some guy found him wondering around and handed him 2 the town's council in the middle of the night. omg. I am so happy!
IM SO HAPPY! the best feeling ever
when my dog came home running, and he ran up 2 my bed ( yes.. im still in the bed ) and licked me. omg. I hugged him and say. " i missed u terribly 2! "
My days was so fine after that. New Years eve business is not that busy, not as busy as the day before, but we got lots of big group customers. And all is good! We celebrated at 11pm before the coundown with some crayfish and oyster dish with the staff and some close frens from thailand.
ITS all Good! HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009!
JUST FOR THOUGHTS
*troughout this sad experience, it cost us $80 fine from the council for letting our dog running around unattended. But wt the heck he always run around. And he always comes back! Its some people will just let him be and not catch him, he will run back home safely eventually. But wat the heck. $80 or $800. U will give anything 2 have your love ones back, and i love my dog Mongo very very much.
Now that i have felt partially the pain, of parents, that have children or love ones that is kidnapped, murdered and stolen. I curse those fucking heartless criminals of a kind even more. How could god, find room in his heart, 2 still forgive ppl like this? Its just unthinkable, can u imagine the cost and what god have do deal with, to forgive? never thought of it this way before eh, If u have gone trough.. u will know, forgiving is never easy. Its easy 2 hate, but not 2 forgive.
"be a man, do the right thing" - quote from someone from YAF that quoted this from somewhere last time.
"its easier said than done"
"you will never understand, if u never experience it before."
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