my dog died this morning.
i stayed up holding her and she died in my arms.
i felt her life ebb.
i've been crying since.
i was planning on writing several anecdotes about her to turn this entry into something cathartic, and so that you can see why i love her and how much i love her but her death's reduced me to this grieving pile of tissue and tears.
she was this spitz-shepherd mix, she looked like a wolf, hardly cuddly-cute.
most of my friends were scared of her but she was the gentlest.
i dont know how long i'll be sad. i havent' been this sad in years but
i'd rather go through all the heartbreak i went through the past decade AGAIN than be this hurt now.
10 years we were together.
she saw me through turning points, bad fashion and horrendous men.
i was planning on bringing her with me to dumaguete, dammit.
she would have loved siliman.
i was just brave enough to decide on moving because my dog was coming with me.
i didnt care if i had to go through a ton of paperwork.
pato was my non-negotiable.
leave everything behind except my dog.
now i don't even want to go.
i'll miss her.
good bye bebidog.
i love you.
[iza, ge-ann, duckee, mark, jojo and pet, thanks. i'll be okay.]
