Day 126: The Furball that Captured my Heart

Day 126: July 30, 2020
Global Cases: 17, 463, 303; Deaths: 675, 967
Egypt Cases: 93, 757; Deaths: 4, 774

Jaidaa Taha
Journalism and Mass Communication MA student

Like every other day, I started Thursday circling the garden looking for my seven-month-old puppy’s food bowl until it occurred to me, I might have left it in the garage. With full speed I barged in just to bump into this large body staring right at me … Turns out the Eid buffalo is here and it only took me a mini-heart attack to realize that. Happy Eid to you too, fam!

Ever since I had Fosdo2, the aforementioned troublemaker, my daily routine has literally flipped upside down. From peeing on my mom’s friend, chewing on the house furniture, to jumping on every walking creature, this one is a handful.

It’s now a pretty normal activity of the day to pick up his fleas or even worse, follow up with the color of his poop… (I know, 2019 me is puking).

As someone who used to have a serious phobia from animals, I used to think people are exaggerating when they referred to their pets as their children, but now I get exactly why. This feeling of content when I see him eat or sleep. The constant fear I have of him getting hurt. The anxiety I get if he shows any symptoms of sickness.

The urge I have to cut my outings short just to go home and see him. It’s primarily thanks to him now that I get more sympathetic and touched by stray animals, just because I see him in them. I even caught myself fancying an electric comb to remove ticks and fleas for my birthday! Obsessive, I reckon …

But jokes aside, I wouldn’t have it any other way. If it wasn’t for this crazy lovable furball, I don’t know how I would have pulled myself together this year.

When I was afraid to hug my own parents to protect them from the virus, it was Fosdo2 who I turned to for unlimited cuddles.

With the stressful news of COVID 19’s death rates, the serial rapists, the unjust imprisonments, possible wars of the crazy world we live in and more of our harsh reality, Fosdo2 is my refuge.

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