Laica

My grandmother lived in an old, bland house. However, it had two big, beautiful gardens. And an awesome patio.

I spent my childhood playing at home because my mother restricted me from leaving the house. I had a lot of protection; I didn’t have any friendships with my neighbors or family visits because we lived a bit isolated from everyone.

My mother had a German shepherd dog named Laica.

Laica was such a beautiful and loyal dog with us. But she was dominant and did not like visits. Just as my mother protected me, Laica did it too.

We were close friends; she was always next to me when I played alone or I was watching some TV. Laica was aware of my secrets; she knew that I disliked milk and cauliflower, and she frequently helped me by eating my lunch.

Laica frequently caused trouble by biting my cousins who came to visit my grandmother without being invited.

When somebody visited, everyone knew Laica had to be in a bedroom.

She was unique in that she never bit me or any of the other members of our family. She was extremely protective.

Since Laica was my sole friend and I was unable to make friends with the neighbors, I thought about her constantly while I went to school. It sounds ridiculous now, but it was like that when I was a child.

She was waiting for me when I was playing in the garden. What I had not said was that my grandma owned a large number of cats. When she cooked food for cats, cats from the neighbor came to the house.

Laica always went crazy. Barking without stopping and trying to scare those cats did not live in the house.

It was the daily story of Laica and those cats.

There was a vicious battle that could be heard in the early morning as the cats fought on the roof. Laica would stare at me when I petted her because I couldn’t sleep sometimes.

My mother adored Laica because she was calm and always aware of me.

When I was visiting my aunt for a few days, I was playing with her dogs and rabbits. When I heard it, my mother arrived to pick me up. I rushed over to give her a hug. I had missed her a lot, and the reality was that I didn’t want to be at my aunt’s house. Without Laica, I was bored.

We spent the night at my aunt’s house, and I slept while hugging my mother.

When I got to my grandmother’s house, where we lived, she told us right away that Laica was dead.

I had never experienced a loss before. I suppressed my tears since I didn’t want them to see me in this way.

I couldn’t believe it when I heard what had happened.

Laica had come to the patio on one of those cat fight nights while she was pregnant. I wasn’t at home; sometimes I believe Laica wouldn’t have died if I had been.She started to get attacked by one of the largest cats. She was a big dog, but she was pregnant and seemed ready to give birth, so Laica defended himself. The cat stuck the claws in her throat.

When my grandmother went to check on Laica the next day, she found her on the floor, breathing heavily.

My grandmother grabbed her and took her to the veterinarian, who diagnosed Laica with an infection and confirmed that her puppies had died.

Laica didn’t have much time to live.

When I was an adult, my grandmother told me that she had to make a decision at that time. She thought about me, but Laica was in pain. So, my grandmother set her free.

In silence, I suffered so much for Laica and her puppies. I hid inside a box that my father had brought home. I spent hours crying for Laica.

Since then, I would look for a box when I needed to cry. Or somewhere where I could hide and let my tears fall when I felt sad.

It was heartbreaking to me; I was a child. I didn’t stop thinking about Laica after that.

My mother was devastated, but she told me that unfortunate events happen. I still couldn’t comprehend why Laica had to die.

My loyal buddy was no longer at home. I simply prayed to the sky to let me dream about her and feel her presence on nights when I couldn’t sleep.

Everything was different; I experienced an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

I missed Laica.