Being ill is not something that is enjoyable and I know most of us hate being ill. The fact that one's body ache all over as if the bones are shattering, head aches as if it's being stabbed over and over again. Not to mention that there are always certain parts of the body that are aching, joints that seemed to be so fragile that they are going to break at any moment.
On a usual Saturday, I was sewing covers for two new tiny pillows. Pillows that I improvised from the one, which was destroyed, tore apart by Piku. I don't know whether it was because of the sitting position while I was sewing the pillow or was it because of the unpredictable weather. It took me a lot of concentration to sew two covers for me to be able to stuff the cotton in them. I felt uncomfortable while sewing and my body started to ache all over and I can feel the heat all over my body.
It was weird as Piku was not going crazy while I was sewing. He really loves pillows and he shows his love by ripping them apart. I've lost count the number of pillows and soft toys I threw away . He would hump on every pillow he could find to the extent of going into the bedroom, jumps on the bed hunting for pillows. He would bite and growl fiercely at anyone who comes in his way. I was never bitten by him or should I say when he shows signs of aggression.
In the end...I finally accepted the fact that I am ill. I was not cared, I took care of myself. After having the dinner that I cooked and the mishaps that happened in the kitchen where my favourite bowl was broken by someone, oven dented. I went upstairs and took my bath and quickly dressed up before I get any worst. I was dragging myself to the bed and lied down on the mattress that gives me body ache every time I wake up the next day. I can feel the heat and the chill in my bones. All I could think of was to get out from this illness and how much I hated it. I slowly dozed off when suddenly I could feel a thump for one second then nothing. I thought it was a dream. Then another..then nothing...then another. I was startled and I could see Piku had both his front paws on the bed wanted to jump on the bed. I was "Oh..no...here he comes for the pillow. How can I rest?" Feeling annoyed and knowing my boyfriend was sleeping downstairs and don't even care if I was fine. It's the second time in one month that I have fallen ill. He doesn't really take care of me.His form of caring is more to speaking. I guess he doesn't know action speaks louder than words.
Piku wanted to jump on the bed and I thought he was going to aim at one of the pillows but he didn't. He just came to me and started sniffing all over my face. After sniffing me, he licked my face, my neck and my hands. I just fell asleep after that not knowing when did he stop licking me. Then, I woke up. There he was, with his eyes closed, he just laid there on his belly next to my feet. The movements I make startled him and again...he did the same thing he did. I slept throughout the night knowing Piku is right next to me.
When I woke up in the morning, he was still there. I still have fever and it was hot and stuffy so I went downstairs and rolled out the mattress and continue sleeping after lunch (only ate a bite or two of the bread) that I shared with Piku. Together with the new pillows, I slept throughout the afternoon in peace and only awoken by Piku not by his mischief but his licking and sniffing. I was too weak to stop him from licking nor entertain any calls that came in, including from my mother.
I don't know why or what. It feels like Piku knows that I'm ill and did all the licking to make me feel better. He is a good dog despite for his "hunt and hump" activities. I love Piku very much.
Piku took care of me more than someone did at this moment. Although I know it could be due to the profuse sweat but I'd still prefer believing that Piku knows I'm ill and cares for me gently. At least, I know there is something that cared about me than not having someone to care for me.
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