Last night was a nightmare because, because my little boy –the Astro Boi, crossed the rainbow ridge at the young age of three. He could have been four next month, and will have cake and his favorite meal but after getting sick on and off after Bea’s death he bid me farewell shortly. And I feel so helpless as I held him fell asleep eternally –his last breath of life and last heartbeat is too heart-breaking, I really wish I died too.
My Little Boy. Born at almost an hour after midnight on the 16th of November 2014 he was the second puppy to pop-out. My late Tatay who helped Bea during labour was alarmed because the second pup was not moving and came out differently. Tatay thought he didn’t make it to life but after a few more minutes the little pup cried, I knew from then on, he wanted to live and be loved.
With bowed legs. Very different from his two-plump sibling, his front legs were severely bowed and for some time I thought he couldn’t really make it especially that he needs to crawl whenever he moves from one place to another (living room-dining area-garage). But despite his disability he grew to be a healthy and happy pup. He learned his way of getting around and maneuvers like he owns a perfect complete set of legs. He loves to slide himself on the floor tiles and sits in his two hind legs for treats. He owns the sincerest smile, love kisses and hugs and everyone’s attention because he really is very special in so many ways.
Beatrice’ favorite boy. My Beatrice was a doting mama to his special little boy, she sensed the need to care and feed him more. They would always hang together and she would right away protect him from anyone. When she got sick, it was the little boy’s turn to show affection –he would normally clean Mama Bea’s ears, eyes and teeth. And he was Mama Bea’s little cheer leader all the time. During Bea’s death, I held Astro near her so he could bid goodbye and all at once he hugged Bea’s cold body and as if muttering something to her late mom. It was a very touching mother and son scene.
Lucky Boy’s very own mini-me. Because the gap is but just 2 years, the bigger boy felt like they’re siblings and oftentimes would harass the little one with his naughtiness and macho image. He loves the little boy cries until Bea would come to rescue her precious pup. Two days before the fateful night, I caught them lazing side by side and it was such as happy sight because I wanted the little boy to find refuge on his very own father’s wings.
Dadi’s Atlo Boy. Dadi and you have been constant bedmates because he can’t leave you sleep alone at the ground floor of our white house. But I made a deal with Dadi that every Saturday night we should sleep together and he has to carry you upstairs. Now, he would forever miss you. He would forever miss your goodmorning smile, your little cries and your watchful eyes.
You are Momi’s angel now. I’m so sorry for being neglectful but there was never a time that I didn’t think of you. You were always in my prayers, I was praying that you won’t get sick, I always pray that you’d grow up really well and that no matter how challenging each step gets you’re going to conquer it. I am missing you badly my “litol boi”. I miss you and my heart cries every day. Sometimes I get to ask why you’re taken away so fast, I thought we’re celebrating your birthday soon, I thought we could still travel with you, I thought I could still keep my promise that you’re going to have a prosthetic leg and that you could run free. Thank you bunsoy for the many times you keep me amused and amazed of your little talents and perseverance to make it look all natural. I’d forever love you. ♥
january 