Saturday, May 24, 2008

Murphy's Law

PLEASE NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT CALL ME AFTER READING THIS POST.

Anything that can go wrong, can and will go wrong. I believe that is what Murphy's Law means... maybe not in those exact words.


Well, it has. Our only fear during our 2 week or so trip to SF was about Shasta. Jessica's Mom had so kindly offered to look after him for us while we were gone. She lives on the 8th floor and we were fearful that something might excite/trigger him to jump over the barrier. The barrier was a little low. Beyond the barrier is... 8 floors down. He was good... till the afternoon of the day Jessica was arriving back in Singapore. 
From Jessica's account, her Mom left around 4pm plus and locked him in the house, just like they have done for the last 2 weeks. When her brother returned, he couldn't find Shasta. Apparently, he had somehow managed to get the sliding door to the patio opened and plunged 8 floors to his death. Jessica got the news upon arriving in Singapore at 11pm.

I never ever thought I would react so badly to news that my dog has died.
Shasta was part of our family. He was going to be 5 years old in June. Different people have called him many different names because of his personality. 
Jas calls him Scooby. He does act a little like Scooby Doo. 

We had bought him 2 pillows because the one that he currently has is just disgustingly dirty. I have never owned/met a dog that goes to sleep with a pillow in his mouth. And he carries his pillow all over the house, like a little kid needing his/her security blanket.

I have to stop writing now.

Shasta... May you rest in peace...


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