I just arrived from Baguio hours after and I decided to watch DVD when i woke up to keep my mind from missing my Family way back home. I was watching highschool musical in my unit when i received an SMS from my sister Celeste through my mom’s phone: "U kn0w wat, nwawla c schumi at blaqeu dis m0rning, tap0s nkita namin blaque s kanal, dead na, huhu, parang nkalabas pa intestns nia :’(". (you know what, Schumi and Blaque are missing this morning, then we saw Blaque in the canal dead, and it seems like his intestines are even out)
I cried. I can not do anything. Schumi and Blaque are our one of our dogs who are in their young years. Schumi is brownish greyish and Blaque is black, they are Mongrels. They might have been not the dogs with breeds but they were good friends of the family. They are a part of my family.
Celeste, my sister calls them her siblings along with our pet cat and turtle. The grief was undescribable pain for me. Myself whose presense was not constant in our home bieng ive been staying in Makati more than staying in my folks home. What more could my dad, and my family feel to have a lost a member of a family.
Well some think i may be over reacting, then maybe you don’t know how it is to feel like to have a loyal dog and a family. I am not even a dog person, I like cats far better but I do treat dogs well anyway. I grew up eversince with my late lolo with dogs around. The pet dogs and cats has been part of some family pictures since i was young.
It just this late years that a neighbor, hate our dogs so much claiming our dogs bite his kids which dont. The dogs get agrevated because they tease them everytime they pass our house. Bad for me to judge, but im counting him as one of the prime suspect why the Blaque died. I could not imagine how could someone kill a creature so brutally. He should have just taken the dog and not just dumped it with its guts spilling. I feel like it was an insult, or probably the person who did this is sick in the mind. I might have had my share when i was younger of have eaten dog meat, but what’s difficult to understand is because its culture. And that’s another story. Should they would have wanted Blaque as a dog meat, then they should have not just dumped him in front our house. I really feel sorry and i feel so sad.
I sent smses back to my sister and i donot know what to say if i would have called, I do not know how to feel the pain my family are feeling right now. We have 5 dogs, so minus 2 we got 3. They do not eat dog food, its just that they were not used to it, and so wit the family. they have their own cavan of rice and they get their own supply of bones from the market. Every week my dad buys for them. Every 6am and 3pm my dad feeds them punctually. I can recall, my Lolo does the same when he was still alive. Celeste when she has time bathes them. The dogs guards the house, and keeps my 91 year old grandmother company at home when everybody is at work and school. There was no miss a burglar was able to break in (God forbid) because they havent missed a single chance to watch the house.
Its just so sad and its a waste to loose someone like them. I bet the dogs are of even higher intelect and level than the person who did this to Blaque.
Karma gives fair justice to the world. Karma most of the time come worst than what has been done.
As long as my family is safe back home, and i pray for Blaque’s soul, he would be in dog’s heaven right now, for the killer to be in hell. And I’m still hoping Schumi shows up one day unhurt and alive. Told my sister as well to hope that our new puppies would be healthy to replace the lost ones.
I’ve heard according to one of our carpenters who burried Blaque’s furry boday, the wound have been caused by a stab from a short object.
A day after, I heard that the puppies were gone as well and joined Blaque in dog’s heaven. I’ll pray for better days.
My mom sent me that day SMS telling me our cousin Sue-ann gave birth to a baby girl, that same day it was Morella’s bday. I just thought that in every death there is life, the law they call Circle of Life.