Kuya Bammy died on January 6, 2015. Hi death broke my heart and I, along with the rest of the family, miss him everyday. Losing a pet is just like losing a friend or a family member. The first few days I half-expected to see him in his usual spots around the house, under the table, by the door, his favorite spot in front of the TV. There was a point when I looked up from all the crying and felt a little bit stupid, to be crying about a dog for days on end.
But I'm sure dog lovers can relate.
Dogs, humans, they love the same, dogs probably even greater. And so I think it is perfectly reasonable to feel that great of a loss when a dog passes. If it weren't for Nemo, the new pup, the palpable absence would have been felt more severely. There was, and still is, a gaping hole where Kuya Bammy used to be, but I am thankful that Nemo was there, with his puppy energy, to serve as a timely companion for Pepito and to shower old and slow Kuya Choi with his sloppy kisses, something that the old dog has slowly gotten used to. A few shots of the two pups after they got their baths earlier today.
