Lifestyle Ideas Management -Rambo Tragic Story

This is a Lifestyles ideas management - true story of broken heart

Rambo is an Australian terrier and came into the family when she was a few months old.
And you know that she was the one that makes the whole house noisy with her barks, he never stop to rest spirit that set everyone’s shouting “Silence”, “Shut up” and sent her away in the backyard.

As days goes by, Rambo is one of the family and she know who loved her best.
She will always wait at the door for all the family to come home. And when home, she will accompany each and every person to the room. She licked, jumped with joy as she welcomed everyone back home. What a touching scene, a faithful doting servant, never failed to welcome the family members.

Even she was not well, she will still make the efforts to at least whack her tail.
She knows what was right and wrong, from our stern faces expression she will hid under the table. When she does wrong, she goes into hiding until she heard her name being called and then slowly she will creep and lie down at your feet.

When it was time for us to make a decision not to keep her as we need to move from our present accommodation into a five room apartment and the living areas do not permit her presence. Moreover, we were not able to afford a helper.
At that time, Rambo was about eight years of age.

We found a new owner living off a fishing lagoon in zinc roofed wooden house, a middle aged man who loves animals. We took Rambo there in a small boat and let her roamed freely as a first day orientation program. She seemed to like this new place, jumped up and down, running around excitedly. She probably though that it was her first holiday stay and never did she know that this was her permanent place.

After the next few visits, that evening it was time to say goodbyes.
We put her in the house and went down to the beach to take the boat back to the mainland. She dashed out of the house and went down the beach.
At that instant, she barked with all her might as we stepped into the boat.
Her barks became more and more intensified, it was as if a dying man grasping for the last breath. The new owner restrained her and we waved our goodbyes with tears and emotionally stressed up.

After one week, we heard about her passing away.
The new owner related this story:-
Since the time you left, she never stepped into the house.
She kept her distance at the same spot where she saw our departure that farewell day.
Never eat and drink, she slept somewhere and never failed to turn up on the spot every 5 am and evening time. She would bark until her throat turned hoarse. This happened for the whole week and one day, the owner found her drowned, washed in by the beach.

She probably thought that she had enough of waiting and perhaps by swimming across to search for us. She must had felt being abandoned, alienated feeling and broken hearted.
She did not die of drowning; she died of a broken heart.