PUPPY LOVED AND LOST
BOGOY stands by us in prosperity and in poverty, in health and sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground where the heavy rains pour and the cold winds blow. He guards our sleep as if we were a royal family. Tonight, as I was watching a much-awaited episode of my favorite series, my mama called me from outside. I couldn’t hear much of what she said except the word “Dead” she repeated it like 3 times. I went out, and found our bestfriend, Courageous sentinel, and loyal dog lying on the earth, lifeless. Bogoy, Has been with our family for as long as I can remember, he’s been with us since he was still a little frisky pup. He would run around our house and annoy most of us, but we adored him. He and my kuya will sleep together at night, and my kuya will complain of bogoy being loud. But we lived with it. When he was too big to fit in our house, we put him outside. But from time to time, he would wait for the perfect chance to run inside our house and cause havoc. Bogoy was a good protector, whenever there’d be strangers nearby, he would yowl endlessly and noisily even when people would just pass by. Yes that was displeasing and keeping him quiet was hard work. There was this one time when my kuya fastened bogoy’s mouth with a scotch tape. That was the quietest he has ever been. But when we took the scotch tape off, a huge circular white marked formed around his mouth. That became his identity ever since. When we still didn’t have bogoy around, our slippers and shoes would easily be stolen. But when he was there to guard the house, no slippers and shoes would be lost, instead, they would be tattered and destroyed (he nibbles and bites them himself). He is always hungry, when mama and I go out to feed him, we literally have to throw things at him just so we can place the food in his container. Patience wasn’t in his vocabulary. Three days ago, we noticed bogoy looking weak and silent. He wasn’t as playful as he usually is. He would just go to a corner, and sit. When I opened our gate, he didn’t even try to run out and escape like he usually does. Mama said maybe he was about to die. We kept on giving him food. But he wouldn’t eat anything at all. It wasn’t until this afternoon I sat beside him, stroking him, did I realize he was really weak and sick. Tears swelled up my eyes as I was afraid we’d lose him. He looked at me once…I kept on stroking his head. I saw fear in his eyes. It was the look in his eyes that made cry. A few hours later, Mama proclaimed him dead. Kuya arrived home by that time already. We dug up a hole, I know we couldn’t accept the fact that our beloved and loyal dog has passed away. As I was digging up a hole I pushed myself not to cry. instead, I dug forcefully, letting it out on the earth that shall soon house the remains of bogoy. You have served us well beloved friend.your howls will remain in the memories of your nights. Your protection embraces us like an invisible blanket and will forever remain as long as we live. You will never be forgotten for you are loved. No insanely expensive breed of dogs can ever ever replace you. We love you very much doggy and I know you loved us too.