Like this:

It was around 10 PM then, one saturday night. I kept on refreshing my yahoo mail account waiting for new emails and kept on refreshing my facebook page waiting for new notifications.I was checking my yahoo messenger window every minute, waiting for new online friends to sign in.

Clearly, I was bored.

Very bored.

and so I looked around and saw Bowee, our one and only dog lying on the floor of our living room. I could hear her heavy breaths. Her heavy inhales and exhales.

Light bulb moment.

Fine, I decided to make a blog entry about Bowee.

Guess what?

 I didnt finish it. Because I got destructed,lazy and yeah, sleepy. Maybe I just didnt feel like writing then.

Or maybe the topic just didnt interest me that much- Boweena.

I admit. There came a point when I treated Bowee as just a moving brown-fured creature wondering around the house, a creature that loves licking my feet every chance she could get. Her worth just didnt get me that much for a certain period of time. At the latter part of her life, she was stupidly less valued by her house companion, Patty.

She used to be just a thin, stray, smelly dog who suddenly appeared outside our house, presenting herself as the first adoptee of Camacho family. We used to shoo her away but eventually, my mommy gave in and treated her as our family pet.

Since then, our relationship developed and we learned to love her.  She’s been with our family for 10 years already and she practically saw me grew from a tad highschooler with puffy hair with thick eyebrows up to a lady yuppie as I am right now.

If there’s someone who knows me more than my loved ones, it’s no one but Bowee..

and she just passed away this afternoon.

Lying on the pavement of our garage, I could just imagine the pain she underwent before dying. If I was in her position, I would have grieved to death because more than the physical, its the emotional twinch that could easily get me.

It’s a blessing that dogs are not humans. But I know they can feel too, and yes I know she felt me.

She felt that the first one who defended her to be our house pet and the first one to love her amidst her scaly, smelly, self would also be the first one to disregard her and the first one to treat her just the same as an inanimate object at home.

Had I been there when she died, I would have said my heartfelt sorry.

Tonight, I am not bored.

Actually, I have tons of things to do.

But I still feel like writing my thoughts about Bowee

because forever will I treasure a pet like her- a pet that taught me to value and cherish all that I have in life until it’s too late.

Im sorry, thank you and we love you Bowee.

until your last inhale and exhale.

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