Carey was a dog that my fiancée used to own. She passed away shortly after Dragon Boat Festival…
The first time I met her, she bit me! In my entire life, I’ve been bitten by two dogs. The first was named Lucky — I forget if it was middle school or elementary school — but it wasn’t particularly lucky for me. I just wanted to pet her, and she bit me. With Carey, I also just wanted to pet her, and she bit me too… though not as badly as the first time.
After that first “intimate encounter,” whenever I visited my girlfriend’s place, I’d be greeted by Carey’s welcoming barks. A little loud! But then she’d come running over to rub against me and beg for food — she was such a little glutton.
Carey was an important family member to my girlfriend — probably even more important than me. She had been by her side through so many days, through all her moods. Even now, my girlfriend still feels guilty about Carey’s passing.
I watched from the sidelines, unable to find the words. So many comforting thoughts swirled in my head, but I swallowed them all back.
Even now, visiting her place — more than two months later — something still feels off. Not quite like the hallucinations in the Korean drama I watched, but there’s definitely something missing. When I ride past Renxin Pet Hospital on my way back, I still think of Carey.
As time passes, I suppose I’ll slowly forget. But regardless, I want to record this memory of Carey.
I’m grateful to her — she filled in for what I lacked, because I was often the “bad guy” in my girlfriend’s eyes.
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