Yeah, you’ve read it right, I lost a friend. A cute and cuddly friend, a friend to run and play with, and a lovable friend.
My friend’s name is Barbie, she’s a dog or rather, my aunt’s dog. My aunt is living here with us so of course her dogs were living here with us too. My aunt has three female dogs and an old male dog, Barbie is one of the three. My aunt is usually on travel because of her job, either locally or internationally so I usually takes her place when she’s out. My aunt’s dogs were like friends for me, (except the old male dog, Bogard) I even joked my friends and tell them that I have cousins who were dogs because my aunt said they were her babies (since my aunt’s been single and don’t have any child) so they’re my cousins right? When I’m bored or whenever I feel lonely, I play with them, hug them, pet them and take photos with them but usually I make fun with them. 
So I guessed I can say that I am emotionally attached to them. And one more thing, they’ve been with us since they were still puppies about 6 years ago.
Okay, this is what had happened. About a week ago, Barbie’s been acting odd, her appetite’s lower than usual and she started to get slimmer. We didn’t mind that because Barbie’s seem to be energetic and fine so we thought it was normal. 
Evening last Thursday, she vomited a brownish green substance and after she vomited, she started to shiver. The next day, she’s still shaking so it got my aunt to worry about her but my aunt was about to leave for India for a week that day so she asked me her sister to bring Barbie to the vet. We did so, the vet asked me several questions but then Barbie’s illness is still unknown so the vet asked me to bring Barbie’s urine sample next time and he gave Barbie an antibiotic and the other one for vomiting. He told me to give her water with sugar and to observe her actions to see if she’s gonna vomit again or whatsoever. Later that day, she seemed fine but that evening she vomited again but it was fewer (i guess a tablespoonful) than the other day and it was just plain saliva so we thought it was normal, I gave her food but she didn’t eat. Saturday seemed to be fine but in the evening, about 9pm she vomited again and that time, it’s a yellowish with a phlegm like substance. We’re worried so my mom said that we’ll bring her to the vet on Sunday. She was vomiting too much and seemed to be getting weaker.
By 11:50pm, I looked for her, I saw her in the kitchen lying down. I gently patted her while calling her name but she didn’t respond, not even a glance so I gently poked her eyelid but then she didn’t reacted. Her heartbeat is so slow and after a few moment, she’s dead. I woke my parents up and I just can’t help myself but cry. She died with her eyes open and mouth slightly open showing her blueish tongue. It just simply showed her pain that made me cry and felt guilty. But then I have to accept it, she’s gone. I don’t know how will my aunt react about it. My dad had buried Barbie just this morning at the church’s backyard.
Until now we didn’t know what caused her to be so sick. It’s actually my first time to lose a dog friend so it kind of hurt me. Remembering moments with her makes me cry until now and I’m starting to miss her so much… I hope you don’t find me overreacting or something…
My blog title Scribbled Thoughts simply explains what’s my reason/purpose in my blog, obviously, it is to write about anything that crosses my mind. And I hope I could somehow be informative to others. I also want to unleash the writer in me (if there exist. lol) but I hope this will be a good start 
