|Someone's having the Monday blues.|
My Stalin is nowhere near to recovery. He's actually made a turn for the worse. When we got to the clinic, he was just lying inside his cage, hooked to an IV, and breathing very heavily. Yue kept on calling his name, and it took awhile for Stalin to respond. It seemed like even his hearing and eyesight were failing. When he finally recognized me, he attempted to get up. But his knees buckled, and he fell flat on his stomach. Seeing him that weak yet trying to stand up despite the pain tore my heart apart. I didn't have the strength to fight back the tears either, and the next thing I knew I was sobbing amidst the barking of the other patient dogs.
It could be tonight, or tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. I must brace myself for more pain, as the worst is yet to come.
Yue: Mommy, hindi na ba gagaling si Stalin? Diba dinala na sya sa doctor? (Mommy, isn't Stalin going to get better? Didn't we take him to the doctor?)
Me: Baka hindi na eh... (He might not...)
Yue: (looking upset) Mommy, ayoko ng ibang dog ha. Gusto ko si Stalin lang. (Mommy, I don't want another dog. I only want Stalin.)
Me: Ako din. Gusto ko si Stalin lang. (Me too. I only want Stalin.)
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