I grew up with dogs in our house, and I never heard my parents gave up when one dog got seriously sick....but there is a story behind my great love for my dogs.
This started when life became harder, meaning when my father retired from work and I slowly shared responsibilities at home... I love my dog Clarky, she was 9 nine years old when she died of something that until now I didn't know what to call it, all I knew was she was stud and considering her age and never been stud since birth, it was bad for her, she was not sent immediately to the vet.... and the time I sent her it was too late maybe coz after a day or two, when I arrived home, mother said Clarky died... I blamed it to lack of financial strength in our family, but that did not stop me from having more dogs....
A year after my father's death, My other favorite dog I called ConCon got sick. when I sent him to veterinarian I was told he had distemper, it's like in the final stage of cancer.... those were unforgettable saddest days of my life. Witnessing my dog slowly deteriorating was very agonizing... until he can't even walk on his own. it was really sad, in fact I still feel sad when I remember him.....at that time I still have a mother who took care of him when I went to work... When I arrived home I spent time with my dog, helped him eliminate, helped him walk, I even heard passers by telling me "Let him die", and I ended up saying "mind your own business"... and life was hard then, I brought him to his veterinarian, got injected by something though the vet said, it won't help anymore and even suggested mercy killing.... one day, mother talked to me, and told me how she felt bad about concon's condition..and how she felt that she too slowly got weaker everyday... Mom suggested to bring concon to mercy killing, and I agreed painfully, brought my dog to his vet, then left him, I can still remember him when he cried when he saw me leaving him, God knows I cried a river that day. it was very sad and painful, but I love my mother, my father just died and she's all I have...
Since then I promised myself not to let the same thing happen to my dogs in the future... I was truly broken hearted with concon's lost that I did not get a dog right away. Maybe it was a trauma and guilt combined that even to write about Concon was hard, I only had the strength to write about him when I joined my first dog website (dogs.com.ph)where there are lots of fellow dog lovers who can identify with me. Even when Peso came to my life, I still have Concon's memory at the corner of my heart. Moving on, After a year, I tried to look for a dog bringing concon's picture so that I can get someone who looks like him.. I even asked officemates to find me one who looks like him but everybody failed to find another Concon so I gave up.
Few months later, a neighbor told my mother that they want to give us a dog, I told my mother that I will only get a dog in a condition that "It is a male with brown and white fur and with a spot in the eyes",I had those conditions because I was desperately missing Concon, so I still want his look alike. September 17, 2000 a male puppy came to my home, as if created to fit my condition, with white and brown fur,with spots in the eyes.. and most of all he is quite similar to Concon, only concon has one spot in his left eye, while the puppy has two. and that puppy is now the Super Dog Peso that is well known in at least 3 dog websites that I am actively participating (dogs.com.ph;philippinepethaven.com; and pinoypetfinder), that Super Dog Peso in July issue of Animal Scene Magazine and the same Peso with perineal hernia at May issue.... he is also the same Peso7272k which you can search at Youtube....
Concon is the reason why I love Peso and Pissy so much, he is the reason why I am so over protective of my dogs, that's why I never give up on my Peso's ailment, that's why I am doing everything to survive Peso's expenses. I don't want a repetition of what happen to Concon...I believe God gave me a chance through Peso, He sent Peso to me to remove the guilt in my heart....but I realized it's not only Concon that God returned to me, Pissy was nearly one year old when I see her resemblance to Clarky...
So that's the story behind my love for my dogs.... aside from having this unexplainable passion for dogs since childhood, I also acquired prolific stories of unconditional love provided by my dogs in the past....God is obviously very instrumental. My dogs are confirmation of his guidance to me.
I guess there is no getting over when your beloved dogs died. Grieving over pets will not stop as long as we choose to take care of them and make them part of our lives....I mean I know it's sad that all living things will soon leave the world.... Peso may survive his ailment, but not old age, the same is true with Pissy. So although I will be very sad that my babies will soon have their time to say goodbye, I still believe that it's best for them to leave ahead of me, because I can't imagine their lives here on earth without me... I can't imagine leaving Peso in his present condition, no one can take care of him the way I do...
that's why I just wish dogs have souls, so that when the time comes, I can still meet them with the Almighty and my parents, welcoming me in my new home.
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