We arrived safely home in Vientiane after our holiday (if you could call throwing up constantly and getting stuck with needles a holiday), but were greeted with some sad news. Our neighbour's dog passed away.
Our neighbours run a fer shop (a Lao style noodle soup stand) and they had a lovely dog named Gee. Gee was very old at 15 and he had a broken hip. He was a very friendly and inquisitive pup and would always greet us at our gate whenever we were coming or going.
We noticed that he was getting very needy before we left town and were a little worried, and it was sad to learn that our worries were well founded. Still, he had a long life and was very pampered (though not often washed and quite stinky, in a cute way). There's no photo of him, though I had wanted to take one for some time, so you can't see how cute he was.
When we asked our neighbour where he was this morning all she said was "xia laew" which means he lived already. It's actually a really subtle way of talking about someone, or something that has died. She looked sad, but was smiling, as people here almost always do.
R.I.P Gee and I hope your next incarnation is just as chilled.
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