I have a 6-month-old post about Bishop in my drafts folder, waiting to be completed and published. I still can’t bring myself to finish it so I won’t. It has been that long since we had lost him, and we are still hurting although the pain is more bearable now.
While we have a new puppy, a black labrador now 8 months old named Diego, we are fighting a new battle with Ava’s cluster seizures that happened 2 weeks ago. We can’t leave the house for long, worrying that she might go into another one and we won’t be there to comfort her. The slightest grunt from her wakes me up at night.
I can’t recall when our pets had started taking over our lives but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
My sister posted this article on Facebook this morning and I was immediately reminded of what happened two weeks ago. I was in the craft room, quietly crying over an incident that really devastated me, and the husband had just gone in to comfort me. As he was leaving the room, I noticed that our two dogs were standing outside the door, staring at me. The look of concern was plastered on their faces. When I looked at them, it seemed as if they took that as a cue to come inside the room and nuzzle me with their noses. They were not allowed in the room much less in that general area of the house, and were always aware of that and seldom attempted to even go near. However, they must have felt my sadness and forgot all about the house rules to rush beside me and comfort me. It was so heartwarming. I really felt so loved by them. Having them in my life is such a blessing.
Summer is here again and before school lets out and the beaches get crowded, the husband and I trooped to one for my birthday weekend. We had been looking for a pet-friendly beach so that our ten-year-old labrador retriever, Bishop, may experience how it is to frolic in the sand while he is still able to. When I saw that a friend was a fan of the Facebook page of Stilts Calatagan in Batangas, I looked at their photos of the place and saw that they are open to bringing in pets. I was excited for my babies!
It took about 3 hours from our house in QC to the resort via the Tagaytay-Nasugbu highway.
We went on our usual run at the park late this afternoon despite the headache I had suffered since after lunch. On our second round, we noticed this adorable white dog with brown patches tied to a bench. She looked like a cross between a spitz and a corgi. A girl in rollerblades was playing with her for a bit and and then left her alone. We figured the owner was just jogging nearby.
My headache turned into a dull throbbing that I had to sit down. I secretly also wanted to be near the dog. She was so well-behaved, just sitting next to the bench and looking at passers-by. It was hard not to notice her.
My husband and I took turns having her get to know us by smelling our hands and then we sat at the bench across from where she was so that we can keep an eye on her. A woman approached us and said that the dog had been tied to that bench for about 30 minutes already. She had witnessed how its human had put her there and left in a hurry. She was concerned that the dog was deliberately left in the park for good so she alerted the park security. Continue reading The Dog In The Park
It’s my birthday today and I thought I’d write about this one precious gift that was given to me 5 years ago. 🙂
Prior to having our pets now, I was a given a puppy by one of my best friends a few years ago as a birthday gift. I also had an aquarium full of red cichlid fish at the time (I had seen the movie Nemo and fell in love with fish so I went out and bought them as soon as we left the cinema. I couldn’t find any clown fish.). The puppy’s name was Buster and he was really adorable. I had a hard time caring for him though and actually didn’t know a thing about caring for a pet. Good thing my housemate’s aunt adopted him and took him home with her where he can play with other dogs. While I had Buster, my fish died one by one. It was actually strange how they died because it seemed like they each committed suicide. We found them dead on the floor of our apartment. After my dog went away and all my fish were gone, I had more fish when I moved to a condo unit by myself. They lasted for about 8 months before they also died. I felt that I was probably not cut out for caring for animals… yet.
I then met my soon-to-be husband who, along with his entire family, was an animal lover. When I met him his family had around 2 cats and 4 dogs at the time. This was very interesting to me because I grew up in a house in which dogs were merely guard dogs and cats were strays who only came by our kitchen to feed on scraps. Our dogs were always kept on chains and stayed underneath our home. I think my brothers played with our dogs when they were younger, but during my time, I never got to play with them because they had seemed too wild for me. We never adopted the stray cats either, although I do remember vividly one afternoon when my Mom came home with a kitten in her hand. She said that it followed her home from the other end of the block and wouldn’t go back where it came from when she tried to shoo it away. The cat didn’t last long. Our helper at the time wasn’t too fond of cats and she threw scalding water at it until it ran away and never ever came back. 🙁