A Tribute to Chubby the Dog

I have three dogs. One just died today, a big, black, brown and white colored, hotdog-shaped, guardian of fur, muscle and blood. Chubby is his - im sorry - was his name, and he wore a blue collar.

He came to us not long ago; it was early 2008, the exact date slipping away from my knowledge. He was little. Little and long; i distinctly remember thinking that he resembled a hot dog. He was not a dachshund; he was just an ordinary dog you could see in the streets. But, in all senses, he was a great one, quiet but fierce in his ways. However, unlike most of his kind, he would not go berserk at the sight of us, he would casually wag a tail and rest a head on our palms. I liked that about him.

To his soul and dedication, i offer this 151st blogpost, an endeavor i would not have reached lest i was given the security and the devotion he selflessly gave on those nights that darkness, doubt and evil penetrated my mind. I also offer, i hope, a moment of silence from those who are reading this, and a prayer that your pets live a long life.

I hear a lot of barking, and it's the middle of the day. It's not just our dogs that Chubby Sumatra left, Burikat and Ming, that are doing all the noise. All around the neighborhood, i can hear barks of varying lengths and intensities. It's quite eerie and short y'know. By this time the barking and howling have stopped, and i am engulfed by a silence disrupted only by the sound of my keyboard.