This year, I came to know that everyone's a survivor. Even an animal. Even our 3-year old puppy, Toffy.
Our little puppy is a survivor of 4 major surgeries. The first one happened 2 years ago, where he suffered from kidney stones and they needed to be removed via surgeries. Being a chronic disease, it came again next year, and again next year, and again this year...all in the same pattern. Since the trauma of losing my first dog Choco 3 years ago still haunted me and it happened while I was away, I was always scared for Toffy, always paranoid that the moment I leave his side, he might leave me forever, so I was always a bodyguard to him, a person who would risk her entire life for Toffy. I couldn't even say goodbye to Choco and I was at the point of killing myself back then.
My parents and I could never replace Choco in our hearts but we wanted to be pacified, we wanted our old happiness, and that's how Toffy came home. During the first surgery, I remember it being my eighth grade exam and all the hospital staff pitying me as I sat there sleepily till 12 am. During the third surgery, I was having my tenth grade exams. I thought I was the one suffering it all, I thought I would lose Toffy too, but he survived and we, as his family, gave him the comfort he needed. I cared more about him than my exams or my own life. I never cried once, I knew he would be okay.
And he is. He's happily running around after a week of the forth surgery. I realised that he's an even greater survivor than I will ever be - he had to be operated on 4 times, thriving through mental and physical pain, much more than I ever went through. Even through all that intense pain, he pretended to be okay and never once showed his pain though we knew how much it hurt him - just like I did, throughout all these years.
Whenever I see Toffy, I see another 'me' in him, a 'me' experiencing greater pain but hiding it all - and that's how I know that he's a strong, great survivor. I love you, Toffy<3