So it was supposed to be a video feedback to Jess. But the memories flooded back and became a story as I was writing it. So here it is:
About the dog in the cartoon. I had a dog named Basar too. We kinda grew up together through my middle school ages. I met him right on the day of New Year’s Eve. ᠪᠢ ᠨᠠᠭᠠᠴᠤ ᠡᠪᠦᠭᠡ ᠡᠮᠡᠭᠡ ᠳ᠋ᠤ᠌ ᠪᠠᠨ ᠪᠢᠲᠡᠭᠦᠨ ᠊ᠦ ᠪᠣᠣᠵᠠ ᠬᠦᠷᠭᠡᠬᠦ ᠪᠠᠷ ᠣᠴᠢᠭᠠᠳ ᠭᠠᠷᠴᠤ ᠢᠷᠡᠬᠦ ᠳ᠋ᠦ᠍ ᠪᠠᠨ I met him. He was just sitting there, just like he was waiting for me. At the time my family was eager to adopt a dog and failed finding one. My mom would never allow me to buy one with money. She said money can’t buy a fresh life, we need to adopt one who’s owner is happy about it.
So we hadn’t found one until I met him like right in the eyes. I called him and approached him slowly. He didn’t run away. And I held him in my arms and said:”You wanna go home with me? Imma be your home from now on.” It seemed he was happy about that. So I just took him home. I dashed back home and announced this great news with my family. Mom fed him a few steamed dumplings and told me if no one came to find him till this evening we would give him a name and give him a shelter as well.
He didn’t even growl once that day till the evening. Seemed like he was destined to be my another little brother.
I share my goods and bads with him. Middle school was another tough period for a teenage girl. All those complicated relationships with friends and exams. It was just depressing. We walk to the mountains together, we play together, he waits for me to come from school every weekend. He was actually like a big brother lol.
And there was on the National Day holiday when I entered senior high school, he got lost. Some people told my family he was killed by some of our neighbors. But we didn’t find anything of him from those ugly people. He was a vey big and strong and “unfriendly” buddy that every one would be on the alert if he was untied. Therefore, it was possible he was killed. One more reason for that was he looked “yum” for the dog-hunters. He was well fed and well cared by us the whole time. No one would risk to adopt him.
I even greeted him the time I came back from school. But it was already over 10pm, I didn’t spend that much of time with him. But who can tell I would never ever see him again the next morning. I cried. I’m even crying now. I cried my eyes out, but he didn’t come back.
I would sit in front of the gate till 11 or 12pm, hoping he might will run back to me as usual. After three or four days in a row, he didn’t. We would go out during the daytime to find him. I would call his name as loud as I could. After three or four days of calling, there was no response. I still couldn’t believe he was gone. I had told my dad to keep searching and asking again and again before I boarded the bus back to school.
One month, two months, three months passed by, when I went back home for the Spring Festival holiday, his doghouse was covered with heavy snow, and the emptiness persuaded me that he was gone forever. He couldn’t be there for me ever again.
In that December, I received this gift from one of my classmates. Very coincidentally, this puppy is almost the same as my Basar. It was like the maker made this in the light of my Basar. So I named this little puppy Basar. Or let’s just say I see this puppy just as the real Basar. He gives me company no matter wherever I go. With him by my side, I feel secure. More than that, this Basar could even board the plane without a paper work and go abroad with me. We went to paragliding together, we participated competitions together, we made friends together, we see beautiful scenes together, we challenge challenges together and we do all that crazy stuff together. He’s the best company ever, like he is present anytime, anywhere.
After 8 years, I still can’t get him out of my head. I still burst into tears when I think of him. And I didn’t have a cellphone at the time, so there isn’t any picture of him or him with me. That’s why there are many pics of little Basar.
Pen to paper, I always wanted to write this down. But it’s too overwhelming and emotional to me. I always feel sorry for him. I’m really sorry that I didn’t protect him well. Especially this year, I lost another dog of mine. It’s heartbreaking and it takes time to heal from that. Every time I have to quit writing since my mind is flooded with memories and my eyes are blinded by tears. This time is exactly the same, but one thing’s changed, I wanna stop blaming and complaining, I wanna embrace and move on with our memories. I think if my Basar and Nisgee were human beings, they would wish for the same as I do. Movies told children that...
So here’s a goodbye and hello to my buddies, I’ll see you guys around...