There I was, crying inside a chapel for a miracle. Miracle for whom?
Actually, I was 7 years old and my bird died two days after my grandfather was buried. That bird was given by my uncle and from the first day I was really attached to the bird that I will never take my meal unless he took his.
I was, in fact, I am a softy when it comes to pets : birds, fishes and dogs. I even dream of taking care of snakes. And here, I want to share a part of my life spent with my three lovable pets – my dogs.
Aside from my birds, and fishes (where I got my scar in my forehead), I had three dogs. Actually, its only three that I can truly call my own. But the reality is I was surrounded by dogs when I was a boy. My father had a german shepherd. A very big dog, big body and taller than me when he sits. My uncle, the one who gave the bird, had a golden retriever who is very dear to me. Her name was Peachy. And her pups that I even helped to be born. I was the only one who can touch her when she was bringing out her pups to the world. I even consider taking up veterinary science in college. At her old age, I was the one with her, because I grew up with her. Until one day, she had breathed her last.
But my story is for my first dog, Snoop. He was a Japanese Spitz given by my former girlfriend. I called him Snoop because he was always snoopy. When he was a puppy, he used to sleep on my belly. He would jump in my bed and will lay and sleep over my flat abs, then (lol).
I left him over my mother’s care when I got a job in Manila And I would visit our province as often I as could just to see how he was doing (of course, my parents, too). My mother spoiled him that he became choosy with food. But his favorite was chicken and vegetables like cabbage and carrots.
What’s amusing with Snoop is that he would sing with me whenever he hears our favorite CDs of old songs from Elvis and Frank Sinatra. He was so wonderful. I loved him and he gave his love back to us. He was my other best friend.
In 1997, two years after we transferred to our new house, he got loose and never came back. W asked all our neighbors but couldn’t tell us where my Snoop was. For weeks. I was very lonely and even shed tears whenever I feed my other pet dog, Nikki or Nik-Nik.
Snoop was one year old when Nik-Nik came to us. She was a tiny black dog, always crying and very afraid with people. Nobody dared to touch her because she would scream and tend to bite whoever tried to touch her. But I dared to touch her and she calmed down and let me caress her. I tried to tell her not to worry and that I would never hurt her. From then on, she was mine. She would always run to me for comfort as what Snoop do to me.
Snoop was pure white, and Nikki was pure shiny black dog. There was something special with Nikki. She would always try to embrace me, literally. She would embrace me tight as if she was a person. She would always cry whenever she sees me leaving the house as if telling that she wants to come with me. Oh, I loved that dog.
Even when I went back for vacation, coming from Saudi Arabia in 2005, she never changed. Though her black hair was not as jet black as before, there was streak of white hairs all over the body and in her snout, though her eyes were not as sharp as before, she didn’t forget me. And me, I still prepared her meals whenever possible. But in 2006, I learned that she died of pneumonia and of old age. This added to my depression of being away from home.
But wait! I still have another dog. His name is Spike. A very adorable, bubbly sheepdog. It is the first time that I saw a grayish blue color in his long and curly hair. But he is of the medium size sheepdog.
When Snoop got lost, I was so lonely and my uncle (I’m my uncles’ pet) noticed it and my mom told him the reason. One day he brought me a bubbly puppy, who’s always kissing everyone, runs to the house, bark with excitement, filling the house with joy. He is Spike.
Every summer, we would trim his hair to prevent heat stroke. He likes to be fed with my hands (how spoiled!). He will bark at me and smells his food but will never eat unless I feed him with my hands. It is only me that can do that. Maybe Spike knew that I will do everything for him. He always guards me and sleep besides my bed. He would always bark at me to awaken me when it is time to prepare for the office.
Now that I am based in a country where seeing a single dog is as seldom as we experience rain, I miss them a lot. They are my friends who are very loyal and dependable. Who will always listen to your litany of problems and frustrations. Having a not so happy childhood, they are my refuge. Now that two of them are gone and the one left is miles away. Sharing my experiences eases at least a little bit the pain and loneliness that I have.
Actually, I was 7 years old and my bird died two days after my grandfather was buried. That bird was given by my uncle and from the first day I was really attached to the bird that I will never take my meal unless he took his.
I was, in fact, I am a softy when it comes to pets : birds, fishes and dogs. I even dream of taking care of snakes. And here, I want to share a part of my life spent with my three lovable pets – my dogs.
Aside from my birds, and fishes (where I got my scar in my forehead), I had three dogs. Actually, its only three that I can truly call my own. But the reality is I was surrounded by dogs when I was a boy. My father had a german shepherd. A very big dog, big body and taller than me when he sits. My uncle, the one who gave the bird, had a golden retriever who is very dear to me. Her name was Peachy. And her pups that I even helped to be born. I was the only one who can touch her when she was bringing out her pups to the world. I even consider taking up veterinary science in college. At her old age, I was the one with her, because I grew up with her. Until one day, she had breathed her last.
But my story is for my first dog, Snoop. He was a Japanese Spitz given by my former girlfriend. I called him Snoop because he was always snoopy. When he was a puppy, he used to sleep on my belly. He would jump in my bed and will lay and sleep over my flat abs, then (lol).
I left him over my mother’s care when I got a job in Manila And I would visit our province as often I as could just to see how he was doing (of course, my parents, too). My mother spoiled him that he became choosy with food. But his favorite was chicken and vegetables like cabbage and carrots.
What’s amusing with Snoop is that he would sing with me whenever he hears our favorite CDs of old songs from Elvis and Frank Sinatra. He was so wonderful. I loved him and he gave his love back to us. He was my other best friend.
In 1997, two years after we transferred to our new house, he got loose and never came back. W asked all our neighbors but couldn’t tell us where my Snoop was. For weeks. I was very lonely and even shed tears whenever I feed my other pet dog, Nikki or Nik-Nik.
Snoop was one year old when Nik-Nik came to us. She was a tiny black dog, always crying and very afraid with people. Nobody dared to touch her because she would scream and tend to bite whoever tried to touch her. But I dared to touch her and she calmed down and let me caress her. I tried to tell her not to worry and that I would never hurt her. From then on, she was mine. She would always run to me for comfort as what Snoop do to me.
Snoop was pure white, and Nikki was pure shiny black dog. There was something special with Nikki. She would always try to embrace me, literally. She would embrace me tight as if she was a person. She would always cry whenever she sees me leaving the house as if telling that she wants to come with me. Oh, I loved that dog.
Even when I went back for vacation, coming from Saudi Arabia in 2005, she never changed. Though her black hair was not as jet black as before, there was streak of white hairs all over the body and in her snout, though her eyes were not as sharp as before, she didn’t forget me. And me, I still prepared her meals whenever possible. But in 2006, I learned that she died of pneumonia and of old age. This added to my depression of being away from home.
But wait! I still have another dog. His name is Spike. A very adorable, bubbly sheepdog. It is the first time that I saw a grayish blue color in his long and curly hair. But he is of the medium size sheepdog.
When Snoop got lost, I was so lonely and my uncle (I’m my uncles’ pet) noticed it and my mom told him the reason. One day he brought me a bubbly puppy, who’s always kissing everyone, runs to the house, bark with excitement, filling the house with joy. He is Spike.
Every summer, we would trim his hair to prevent heat stroke. He likes to be fed with my hands (how spoiled!). He will bark at me and smells his food but will never eat unless I feed him with my hands. It is only me that can do that. Maybe Spike knew that I will do everything for him. He always guards me and sleep besides my bed. He would always bark at me to awaken me when it is time to prepare for the office.
Now that I am based in a country where seeing a single dog is as seldom as we experience rain, I miss them a lot. They are my friends who are very loyal and dependable. Who will always listen to your litany of problems and frustrations. Having a not so happy childhood, they are my refuge. Now that two of them are gone and the one left is miles away. Sharing my experiences eases at least a little bit the pain and loneliness that I have.
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