Allah lebih sayangkan dia

We met 3 years ago. She wandered off into my friend's front yard, crying. Alone.
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I scooped her up and decided there and then I would like to take her home. My friend provided a box and off she goes to her new home. Me.
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She was so tiny. She was a crier. At night she would cry in her cage. She saw me and she cried lagi.
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I decided to name her Pitung. A rare and strange name for a girl. But the name stuck.
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Since then she was my best friend. She was there when I'm happy. She was there when I am angry. She was there when I am broken.
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She was with me when we moved to our own house. Merasmikan rumah sama sama.
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She was loyal. She owned our house. It was hers too. She slept in our bed. On our fluffy pillows. In my arms. Hugging my head.
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She would bit my hand playfully and then licked the non existent wound. She would lick me, just because.
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She was proud. She would never be friendly to other strays. She chased out a tomcat to the end of our neighbourhood because he was flirting with her.
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I think she thought she was human too.
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She was there when I miscarried, staying outside the bathroom while the pain is crushing me.
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She stayed when the rest left. When I cried she would snuggle close although she disliked being hugged.
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She liked to pee almost everywhere and it drove us crazy.
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If she was outside, she would greet me coming home from work. She would climb up the windshield, peeking inside the car if I did not come out immediately.
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If she was inside, she would come down from our room upstairs, greeting me from the stairs.
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When I got sick, she stayed with me from the early night until the next morning.
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She would be my Adania and DAG pillow model.
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She never stayed away for too long. She would always come home. Even when we were away for few days, she would always be there. Running towards the gate while it opened when we arrived.
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Which is why it was really, really strange when she did not come home for 2 days. I let her out the night before as usual. And as usual, I expected her to be on our car, or at the side glass peering inside the house in the morning, waiting to be let in.
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But still. No sign of her.
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And this evening my husband broke the news. He had been asking around about her too.
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Apparently 2 nights ago, she was chased by another stray and was hit by a vehicle. And died on the spot.
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The vehicle's owner told my neighbour he buried her behind the surau. Syukur juga dia tak biar di jalan begitu saja.
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Again. Allah ambil benda gembira yang dia pinjamkan buat sementara di awal November.
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I am going to miss her warm body sliding into my arms at night.
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Ada yang mungkin tak faham kenapa nak sedih gegila. Kucing je kot. Just a pet. Mati satu. Ganti lah yang lain.
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True. But for some, them furry balls are more than just pets. Imagine losing a family member. A close family member.
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Exactly.
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Because that is what they are.
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Aima Hassan - Pitung

August 2014- November 2017