You came in when you were 2 months old...
We thought you were a female, but the uncle who gave you to us said that "it just aint developed yet"... so we thought, "ok! Let's name you... SNOOPY!" And that's how you got ur name.
A few months/yrs down the road...we noticed blood stains on the floor..was someone injured? No. Puzzled, we wiped it away. But the next few days continued with the mystery of the blood stains, till we found it on you. We turned you around...and that's when we realised, it aint gonna develop alright, cuz ur a female! And it was ur very first virgin period.
You grew...and started to be naughty. Peeing everywhere. You just don't seem to like to read newspapers as you pee. We kinda got that.
But in ur growing up days, you had to face up with this "giant'. A naughty boy called Samuel. He was the nightmare in the house, full of mischief and pranks. He played soccer in the house, broke his mum's fav. crystal vase, broke the clock...made the guy who delivered fuel tanks crash into the sliding door (it's STILL his fault)....but the worst ever, was when he took you up in his fit of anger n threw you to a corner. Ur winding cries were loud, but no one was there to help you. You grew up growing close to his sister instead, as she was the total opposite. She treated you with tender loving care...tied ponytails on you and kissed you.
As the years went by however, the tension between you and this "giant" Samuel started to ease...and soon a bond was formed. He started to find out what your favourite food was and never failed to feed you. It was then did he realised that your favourite, was also his. Bak kwa. How can anyone forget that. New Year seems to be your favourite time of the year.
Everytime we came back home, you were waiting by the door, and once it opened, you would jump and jump as if there was no tomorrow. You were just the reason we were glad to be home. To be welcomed back the way you did, anyone would appreciate it. Anyone.
Time passed, and kong kong and mama soon joined Jesus. We plunged into sadness and sorrow, but you stood by our side. You put ur head on our laps to comfort us. When we cried, you came as if you knew what was bothering us, and to top it off, you lick our faces to wipe our tears.
When we lied down on the floor beside you, you would put your head on our shoulders and just doze off into ur doggy dreamland.
When you just completed ur extremely shivery cold bath, you would scamper around the house looking for sofas or corners to just scratch and dry urself. And once you're all dried up and all puffy, you would just run around the house like a mad dog and slide with ur soft flowing white fur.
Remember "Partia" ? Your male fren who came over to our hse for 3 mths....and tried to make love to you every monday morning. But you simply found him to unattractive and rejected him? He was so sad that he decided to run away, cuz you were just too good for him. You're so silly.
And everytime we tried to bring you out of the house, you would simply freeze and not move a muscle. Not to mention even a paw. But i'm sure u enjoyed all the car rides...looking out the window...and simply having a whale of a time in the car.
But as you got older, you got softer....your appetite shrank...and you lost weight. You started to lose vision...your sense of smell detoriated and you started to drop fur.
My dear gal, you have been a revelation to me. This is the giant Samuel writing, and I ask for ur forgiveness. I'm tearing even as I write this. You are more than a dog to me. Snoopy Yeo, you will always be part of the family.
4 months is all I ask.
