I am writing this post in honor to my best friend who died yesterday August 31, 2013. I arrived in the afternoon two days ago and was sitting and talking to a visitor in the nearest stairway when a neighbor called my attention about my dog who doesn't eat if given a food. She used to flirt with people who are eating junk foods and ask in a way of bark for her to be given some of whatever junk food our neighbors are being eaten. So, our neighbors are used to it already. I regret that I just ignored that as I was busy attending my visitor and was so occupied about our conversation regarding life and experiences. Maybe, I was too pre-occupied with my anxieties, fears and worries that day, as I just arrived from my doctors appointment and would be submitting myself for laboratory tests the next morning~
Three days ago, Botoy, Kirara's daughter died from an unknown disease and I didn't do anything to save her because I really don't know what to do. Every morning, since the day she got sick all I did is watch her suffer from cough and I could see some pus or something like mucus that comes out from her nose---but all i can do is gave her food hoping that it would be enough and she would overcome of whatever sickness she is going through. I guess, I was so wrong and I felt so sad and helpless towards it---I could have saved her!
Yesterday morning I woke up from my mother's shout that my best friend dog "Kirara" is lying dead in-front of our sari-sari store and she actually vomited blood. After hearing that, I was stunned in my bed, for awhile I was frozen and was not able to react. All I can feel is the tears slowly falling down my ears as I was still laying still in my bed. Thoughts are rumbling in my mind. Questions such as how, why and what could have happen, if I didn't ignore it when our neighbor told me the night before. I know it was too late for that---but yes I regret that!
I am writing this post to remind me and the rest of us who in one way or another experienced of losing someone so dear to us like a best friend dog. I am writing this post to remind me and the rest of the people who have known you that once there lived a loving dog named Kirara, with hair so white like the snow, who cuddles at me when I am sad and would always gladly stay near me in whatever circumstances, specifically under the chair where I am seated, who jumped at me when I arrived from my long travels. Mathilda left me a year ago and I wept and morn for her for months and maybe until now after being stolen by a passers by and now you "Kirara" left me. Farewell and good-bye---to you my friend...
