Loctor Mayat’s Autopsy

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I’ve been so blardy busy at work for the past few weeks I begin to feel quite stressful. I can’t seem to sleep well at night and my health is taking a plunge (and my coffee addiction did not help too). So, when Mrs Mayat told me her school will be having some activities at the Youth Park in Pulau, I decided to join her laa..

So after dropping Mrs Mayat off at the park, I went off to Hotel Waterfall there to get some non-halal breakfast and drove back again to give them to her. Then, I head over to my favorite cemetery - Western Road:

I’ve been here since 2001 when GrandpaMayat passed away and was buried here. After that, I’ve been visiting this place on and off a few times to visit his tomb as well as to seek peace and calmness in my own heart. (Jiwang nyerr…..)

The cemetery today, does not accept anymore new burials as all the land available has been sold off. Too bad for many as personally, I would love to be buried here when my Ultra-LED on my chest blinks and I forgot to fly up to the sky to recharge my AA batteries and passed away. *sigh*

Besides being the most peaceful and beautiful cemetery in Penang (perhaps Malaysia), there are other interesting stuff here, namely the tombs of the brave soldiers who died during the emergency, or the tombs of the sailors from a Russian ship which sank near the island during the war.

One of the most interesting thing I’ve been wanting to see is what I would call “Andrew’s Big Dog”. There is a story from word of mouth (I can’t find anything in Google), that in the 30s, an Ang Moh by the name of Andrew lived in Penang together with his wife. They had a big dog (wish I knew its name) whom Andrew loved very much. Big Dog was extremely loyal to him too and loved him deeply.

Too bad, one sad day Andrew passed away, leaving his wife and Big Dog. He was buried at the Western Road Cemetery where he rest in peace in a simple but beautiful marble tomb.

Suffering from great sadness, Big Dog hung around Andrew’s tomb everyday, lying on top of it, and refused to eat. Eventually, Big Dog also died from hunger and extreme-sadness.

To remember Big Dog and its loyalty, the workers at the cemetery carved a marble statue of Big Dog and placed it on top of Andrew’s marble tomb.

** going off to cry …. ***

Man….. that is one of the most heart-touching story I’ve ever heard. It’s really so sad… *SOBS*

But anyhow, only hearing about it is just like hearing about mother goose’s story. Seeing is believing man! For more than 5 years, I have been searching for this tomb in Western Road, and each time unsuccessful. It is either too dark, too hot, too many mosquitoes or companion/friends complaining want to go back. Jeez.. no wonder cannot find.

So today, I told myself that no matter what i MUST find Andrew’s Dog. And off I went walking into the cemetery:

It’s no small place and hunting for a tomb out of thousands is no easy feat. So I slowly walked along the path , looking left and right carefully and admiring the peacefulness and beautiful tombs at the same time.

Eventually, I tried to ask for directions…

And after walking two rounds, I still couldn’t find it. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a shape of a dog and quickly ran over, only to discover..

AIYAH….. why got a pack of REAL dogs there one? Then I remembered someone told me before that irresponsible pet owners would dump their dogs here in this cemetery.

Luckily they are able to find food over here and able to live with each other. SIGH… that’s also very sad. I wish those irresponsible owners will get herpes after getting raped by LPSG.org members. *ANGRY*

Leaving the real dogs, I continued my search for Andrew’s Dog and found more animals..

When I almost gave up (again..), I decided to take one last stroll when I reached here:

and FOUND IT!!!

I was both extremely happy and sad at the same time. Happy because for 5 freaking years I’ve been looking for it and I finally found it. Sad, because the sight of the marble dog lying on top of the tomb is very overwhelming for an animal lover like me.

I squatted down by the tomb said a small prayer for both Andrew and Big Dog before taking photos. The carvers did an extremely good job in carving out all the fine details of Big Dog, even to its sad facial expression. You can feel how sad Big Dog is even though its just a statue. I know I am. *tears building up*.

As memory of this emotional moment, I took a group photo too

*SOBS* *SOBS*

p/s: I ventured around this beautiful cemetery with care and respect for the dead. If you happen to visit here, please show some respect too. So far I never heard of wedding couples shooting their outdoor portraits over here as compared to Sir Francis Light’s cemetery. Ha ha… that is a good thing. WOAHAHHA…

Many weeks ago… a stray mummy doggy was pregnant and about to give birth. She searched around the housing estate but couldn’t find a place to give birth to her puppies. In the end, the poor pregnant mummy finally found a spot near a house. She lay down on the sand and one-by-one, the puppies were born.

Unfortunately, there were complications during the birth and the poor mummy took her last breath after the 7th puppy was born into this world. *sobs*

With no mother to nurture the young borns, the poor little puppies started to die one by one. By the time the people from the house saw them, 3 have already died while still in their dead mother’s embrace. The other four were barely alive. Quickly, the kind-hearted people took the four puppies and drove them to the shelter in Bukit Mertajam.

Loctor’s parents are regular volunteers at this shelter and saw these poor four motherless puppies fighting for their lives. As there are hundreds of other dogs and cats at the shelter, the caretaker is unable to spend extra time to take care of them. Hence, Papamayat and Mamamayat carted the four puppies into a box and brought them home. At least, they will be well taken care of by Robert H. Johnson.

Alas.. as one of the four was already too weak, it died in Robert H. Johnson’s care. *Sigh* Poor little pup was burried in the garden as its soul went up to heaven to meet up with Brownie the Idiot.

The remaining three pups strived on and finally grew stronger and fatter. When I was there yesterday, they seem to be in better health now. Ahh… good good.

So, enough talking… let me introduce the 3 ’survivors’:

… and the only female:

‘Boss’ - Because he always wants to be the first to eat, and is a busybody.
‘Wanderer’ - Once out from the enclosure and into the garden, he will venture out by himself and pang sai everywhere.
‘Ah Girl’ - The only sister

Here is Wanderer… sniffing here and there..

… and followed closely by Robert H. Johnson

Boss is not as adventurous but he is always within the watchful eyes of Robert H. Johnson:

Soon, it was feeding time. Mamamayat gathered them around for a group photo but these little puppies cannot sit still one..

With no momma to feed them, Loctor’s parents went to buy a tin of Lactogen baby milk formula just for them. Wah.. damn lucky puppies.

And being babies… few minutes right after their meal..

Read properly…

it’s Cannon…

not !!!!!!

So after my haze post below.. I headed straight to parent’s house and the first thing I do is to go find ‘em cute puppies.

Really amazed at how fast they grow la… ha ha ha…

okay.. enough talking.. let the pics do the talking..

Before leaving them, I couldn’t resist doing this:

WOa ha ha ha… damn funny laaa….