I find it a bit surreal to think about my life before I had little T, before I met my husband, before moving to a little village by the sea in England. But yes, I did have a life – an altogether different one.
I had a job I really loved and enjoyed doing. Writing for children’s educational television was a joy, it hardly felt like a job at all and getting paid for it seemed sacrilegious. Of course at that time, it didn’t seem like that at all to me. I probably at one point or another, wanted to get paid more!
Anyway, I also lived alone. I was renting a two-bedroom apartment not far from where I worked. Let me edit that, I wasn’t living alone. I lived with Malibu.
Malibu is a Jack-a-poo (Jack Russel x poodle). My best friend gave her to me when she was about 6 months old. We lived together, Malibu and I. She slept on my bed and when I went off to work, she was always there by the door, waiting for me. I was hers and she was mine.
She was very protective and even possessive of me. Every time my mother would visit and stay the night, Malibu used to growl at her whenever she would join me in bed.
And then things changed, life happened. I had to leave for Africa. I gave up my work and apartment and had to make a decision on what to do with my companion, my friend, my family – Malibu. We were a unit, Mali and I.
It wasn’t really a difficult decision actually. I left her with my sister, who was then finishing her University degree and was living in a house where she could easily accommodate her. She loved Mali and Malibu loved her too.
Then life happens. Malibu for a while lived happily with my parents, along with our other numerous dogs. She moved a lot amongst my siblings who all love her. For a while I was worried that she was feeling neglected , abandoned and passed around. But I’m happy to share with you good folks, that she is now in her forever home with my brother and his wife who has accepted her in their family of 2 dogs (one of which is actually Malibu’s daughter) and 3 cats.
As some of you may know, we’ve spent the whole summer vacation visiting family and friends back home in the Phil. It was lovely to be with Malibu again when we stayed over with my brother and his wife. For a while, I was wondering, does she know who I am? Does she remember that we used to live together? I hope she does.
It was also interesting to “introduce” Malibu to Little T. Admittedly though, she seemed a bit grumpy with T and even barked at her when T was being too rowdy. Well, Malibu is after all nearly 10. I guess a noisy, over-excited 5 year-old is now just way too much for her.
I don’t think of Malibu as mine anymore. When we move back to the Phil sometime in the future, I don’t of course expect her to live with us. She now belongs with my brother and his family. But she will always be special to me.
What about you?
Have you left behind a pet before?