My cousin's entry touched my heart in more ways than one. Perhaps it's because I've been through the same experience as her 2 years ago or perhaps, it reminded me of the love I had for my dog.
The bad feeling developed since Monday and I prayed silently that when I come home from school that day, he would still be at the front porch to greet me with his wagging tail. He did.
Before getting into my mom's car reluctantly the next day, I ran my palm over and over his head, whispering the exact words I told him the day before. But this time, he didn't keep his promise. My sister smsed me at 8plus telling me my dog at passed away and the Mt Pleasant people are on their way to collect his body for cremation. The only thing I could do was to sob uncontrollably unto Ulynn's shoulder for what felt like an eternity.
I dreaded going home because I didn't wanna adapt to the "new" environment. It was a serious case of self-delusion; I didn't want anything to remind me that my dog wasn't around anymore.
For 15 years, he grew up with me. I have to admit I wasn't the best owner because I never enjoyed helping my dad or sis bathe him, tortured his poor nose by pinching it, pulling his eyelids down and up, instructed him to do tricks though he hardly listens to me.

It's been almost 2 years. He has been the most wonderful dog I've ever had. I hate to say this but although Orange is so much more obedient and complying(?), he still can't replace the dog I affectionately call "Fox". Looking at how my niece tries to command the labrador to "goway!" (go away) or to "teed!" (sit), I wonder if that was how I behaved 17 years ago.

Ching, I have your back.