Filed under: bugsey, friendship, humor, inspirational, missing someone, real story
Six years ago, there was this basket with 2 puppies literally shoved into my “care” because their mother died and they looked more like little “bunnies” to me rather than puppies.
I had no clue about how to take care of puppies so I decided on the dropper first.That didn’t work for me until I decided to get and EVENFLO bottle and try Bear Brand milk. The two “babies” were like MY babies, but even so, it was difficult to keep two of them because they are endlessly crying like infants and one can only bottlefeed one-by-one. Anyway, one was a male and one was a female pup who both looked so much alike, except that the male one had a mask, like that of Beethoven and he was ALL white except for the mask and his bushy tail. I decided to call him BUGSEY(the male one). When a friend ofmine asked if she could have one I said, “Yes, but whatever is left I will take care of with all my heart”. The one left in the basket was Bugsey.
WHY Bugsey? Because he looked more like a rabbit when I first saw him.Because he was a fast learner- he could poo poo at the newspaper when his eyes was still to open. He was one of the most intelligent new born pups that I ever knew or will probably ever know.There was no reational reaso why I loved him– or “favoured” him. I had a better dog with a full breed that he had.Perhaps it was a basic example of “grace” ( unmerited free love).
Bugsey was and will always be my friend. during his puppy days, he would always stay in my room and as early as a month people were scared at him because he was extremely posessive. For some reason I loved that. He was an excellent ALPHA DOG — yet he has always been affectionate in his own way. If he wanted food, he would place his head on my lap which meant he wanted SOMETHING like MY FOOD… (EVEN IF IT WAS SEX WITH THE FEMALE DOG OUTSIDE)
Bugsey will always be special – reminds me of an Exupery quote ” It is the time with your rose that makes her so special” and “One understands only what one tames” — plus – “To Tame means to establish ties” 🙂 Bugsey, was a dog, but he was likewise my friend, “my little prince”. He was the one who wagged his tail when I come home sniffing for the chiken ( “kiken babes!”, it was he who accompanid me through the dark nights when I felt alone, it was he whom I talked with, it was he who made me merry even when he stole my food or sprinkled “pee” (territorial) on anything new I came home with, it was he who looked at m with those soulful eyes as if he could say something.. it was he who could show me love and “naughty arrogance” at the same time, it was he who was mine for a long time:)
Bugsey could have “gone” earlier last year but it was the new year then and I did ask God for a miracle and God healed him then. He was a distemper survivor. I asked God to lend him to me for a year more and God listened to my heart. I prayed the same prayer last week, and perhaps, God wanted to tell me that Bugsey was “tired” or that there is now a better place for my Bugsey with him and those whom I have loved.
Bugsey will always be alive.There is something in investing love that never dies- it’s immortal. He was such a proud and brave doggie that he didn’t want me to even see him HURTING — he didn’t whimper. He was suffering trying to pee for 2 days then would try and try again and then strangely, wag his tail. He did not show weakness even if he knew I was crying.He decided to pass alone like the GREAT guard and friend that he was.
The day Bugsey died, after cleaning the “mess” and crying … my other dog Blessie was biting on something in my vcd collection. I picked it up .. the vcd movie was called “PARADISE”.
Bugsey simply wanted to comfort me (typical of him) and tell me that he’s happy. He’s in paradise:)
Thus I am thankful to God — for that one dog who taught me that courage is good. Love may hurt but we can always love again because love never dies, really. I thank God for making me THINK that we are ALL HIS CREATURES with the same unlimited “time” on this earth and that the real life isn’t really HERE — it’s in paradise 🙂
I did not lose a friend. He hasn’t lost me. I now where Bugsey is and he knows where I am:)
I praise OUR Creator and can only say — “God is good all the time! “
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If ancient mankind were really that BAD and BARBARIC, I would imagine them to be savages eating every prey but they weren’t. What leads me to this conclusion? It’s the manner by which they kept their dogs at a time when there was no “dog food”, they had just discovered fire, they we sleeping under the moon, hunting under the sun most probably and yet, trying to keep their wife (or myriads of wives?) basically CONTENT
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Dogs. The bland cliche — “man’s best friend“.
Yet, if I lived thousands or even millions of years ago I would need a dog. I would need it so bad because I would need food and I do not have their scent, so I would need one for more than company.My dog smells prey, barks which signals I should shoot the boar with some old-fashioned arrow. Or just maybe my dog would get it for me anyway because he’s wild and would bring me back smaller preys like ducks and chickens and I would pat his bloody mouth. The same dog would watch with me by the fire under the wild moon while I watch my wives and kids sleep safe in the nights.
Of course, I would share some prey with him. We understand each other. I scratch my dog, he serves me. We take watch together in the night, until I fall asleep at times perhaps secure that he would not leave me. He watches with me, he watches FOR me. It’s a dependency-cycle but it works.But things were simpler then.
Today, I watch little Bugs limp but happy and shudder. He could have been born a million years ago, Would he have survived?I don’t know.
The longest sweetest relationship is that of mankind and dogkind. Maybe we don’t need them NOW to help sustain our stomachs but maybe they aren’t created just for that. Maybe today they are meant to sustain our hearts as well.
Thus, the dependency-cycle remains.I love my dogs. They love me.
And they still guard my door until the day they die. I say this because I miss one who made sure he croaked “on duty”. That’s love.
I still miss him.That’s also love.
Bugsey's Bugsurdities...UNFAIR,UNBALANCED BUT TRUE! (so get used to it!) 