Goodbye Gordy

When I first came to Vietnam, my father insisted that we should have a pet, so we can have somebody or something to play with when we get home after work. I was a bit hesitant during those times because there’s only me and Papa at home and there will be no one to feed the dog if we’re both out to work. Nevertheless, we bought a puppy. We named him Gordy and he ended up as our mighty house guard. Gordy started to be ill last week when one of Papa’s Chinese roosters died. It didn’t take long when Gordy stopped to eat and drink anything. Inah mentioned this when I chatted with her last time and from then on I have kept my fingers crossed that Gordy will survive this. He is one mighty dog and one of my favourites ever, so he needs to stay...