She went out that day, strolling around as usual. That was her morning excercise, the cold breeze and the morning fogs, she enjoyed that. Having fun walking and jogging around, she crossed the road without paying much attention to the vehicles and that was how the accident happened. Knocked by a lorry, she survived somehow. Lying on the middle of the road, she cried out loud. She wanted to run back as fast as possible, but she was unable to stand up. Her legs were injured. Crying and her survival instinct told her that she had to walk away from there, she used up all her energy in spite of all the pain, she crawled back slowly to her home. Reached the compound, she used up all her energy, lying under the tree, she kept on crying. The unbearable pain was killing her, as if it was sucking all her life force out and all she could do was just to cry out loud.
Nobody realized the incident. After hours of resting, she gathered all her strength again, continue to crawl back to her house. She did that step by step, with all the immense pain, she just wanna to be home. She wanted to be saved, to continue living and that was the force that kept her spirit up.
Lying inside the drain outside her house, she continued crying, hoping that someone would hear her. She couldn't get up. It was almost evening. Finally, my younger brother saw her, got her up, she was saved, she thought.
Her spinal cord was totally crashed, nothing left. She had badly injured organs with no visible cuts outside. If she could survive for the next 2 weeks, she would be safe. Nothing left for us to do except to pray that she could make it.
She survived, for almost 1 week. Crying everyday, she never gave up, but her body gave up, unable to recover and finally shut down. She died...
She was gone forever...my pretty dog. I lost another beloved one. Another stab in my heart, after hearing the news from my brother, my eyes were full of tears, again.
Rest well, my pretty dog...
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