Thoughts on Bers, Dogs, Hello & Goodbye

Yesterday was the first day of Septemeber. And already, Unang Hirit had a choir singing Christmas Songs. Kahit feeling summer pa din dahil biglang umiinit ang umaga, it's undeniable, Christmas Season's just around the corner. Yep, may default happy thought na for the coming days.

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Things I haven't been able to write about:

2 weeks ago, I went with Chaw, Atan and the Husky pack: Charlie Brown, Rainbow Brite, Luna & Firefox to BHS on an early Sunday morning to go for...ta-dah...a walk. We met up with Jace, Blu, Angus & Hershey, plus Doc & the amazing half-dog half-bear, Cash.

I haven't been around dogs for quite some time (all the doggies are in Arayat). So being with a bunch of Siberian Huskies, a beagle, a lab, and a huge golden retriever was a wonderful treat! If there was a virtual age counter that followed me around as I played with those doggies, I could've sworn that I grew younger by about 10-15 or even more years. Just thinking about them makes me want to squeeze something really hard. Gigil galore.

Quality time with some friends I haven't been with for a long time...plus playful, unbelievably malambing doggies= wonderful wonderful Sunday morning!!


Chaw asked me why I won't get my own dog. I said I didn't want to. I can't stand the thought of having to lose another dog. My first dog died last year. She was 14 years old. Kayla (whom we first thought was a boy so we named him 'Lakay'--only to find out that she was a girl so she became Kayla instead) was the kindest dog I have ever met. She would stay up with me during exam review nights that turned into days, sometimes she'd like to play outside, but I can't take her. But still she'd greet me with the same enthusiasm as if I did nothing wrong. Every single time she'd make me feel welcome, awaited, and very much loved. Even when she grew too old to stand up fast & jump. Even when her eyes had cataracts and her ears grew deaf. She would try to walk towards me and just be happy to be there. Baduy as it may sound, but simply thinking about her has got me crying. She was such a good dog. And now she's gone.

I don't want to have to go through that again. I hate goodbyes. Who doesn't. But hello's aren't forever. And the two often go together. It all depends on when the other one comes. And while it may not come abruptly or bitterly, endings for me are usually sad. Which only brings to mind the poignant truth that the hello's have been wonderful, in fact too wonderful to let go of, and say goodbye to. Better to have had that I guess than to have to pray for goodbyes right in the middle of hello.

Still I'd like to think that when we'd have kids, and they'd want to have a dog, I'd say yes. Better to have bitter goodbyes than to have nothing to cherish.

Back to some happy thoughts. Ber month's here.