In addition to the pic collages on “Life Lessons from Dollar,” I included my fave IG posts of him here, with some revisions on the texts and arranged in no particular order.
These are but a tiny fraction of our precious moments with him this past year. When the pain of losing him sinks in, I tell myself, “remember that day…” and as I conjure images of him, the tears would go away.
Remember that day when he was a year old and went missing for a whole night — he showed up the next morning dirty, hungry, with a wound on his cheek and without his collar — he escaped from some bad guy so he could return to you and Ma? Remember that day when he destroyed Ma’s 5ft tall X’mas tree along with the whole garage — during his teenage rebel years (he hated being left alone in the house) — and Ma upon returning couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his cute face, framed in the ruins of a rocking chair? Remember that day when he was fighting with Geisler and Dogly (the latter you named as such because he was an ugly enemy dog) — you were proud because he could take on bigger dogs? Remember that day when you were both younger and you challenged him to a sprint, only to end up watching his mad dash after you barely made it 3 steps forward? Remember that day when you came with him to church and the Indian priest said, “what a beautiful dog you have”? Remember that day, just recently, when he barked at you playfully (like he used to ages ago when he wanted to play tag) to demand his morning walk?
Hope you enjoy the third part of my Dollar tribute. Here’s Dollar in pictures:
I made a bouquet for Kitong. Got these red and pink gumamela flowers from the alley where both Dollar and me got bitten by a hugeass dog 11 years ago. We were on our usual round when Baro ambushed us. He attacked Dollar but I defended my boy by slapping Baro’s monstrous head with my bare hand. That’s when he punctured my right calf with his fangs. His master had the “presence of mind” to hose me down with water. Amf. Ma came to the rescue with her broomstick and we were set free from Baro. Dollar sustained a bite on his leg. He was so brave while I was crying like a pussy because I was scared of dying from rabies. Our neighbor Tita Annie drove me and Ma to East Ave Medical Center. But we left after seeing a man covered in blood on the ER where the hospital staff asked us to wait. We transferred to Capitol Med where it was less, um, action-packed. Baro’s owner turned out to be my PE classmate come enrollment season.
Ma took this pic about a decade ago, during one of the few times in his life Dollar baby was sick. Still so handsome right? Until the very end he was beautiful. The first two days without him was the hardest. Like we were in some sort of a haze and it was difficult to breathe. My heart didn’t feel normal, and my stomach was in a knot. I’m awake but in my mind’s eye I see where he should be in the house or outside at any particular moment. Then I pull myself back together and told myself I have to be okay — for Ma. And for Dollar who would’ve wanted us to stay happy… to keep on living. I pepper my head with memories of him, which make me smile. It’s impossible to think about him and not recall the good times we had, in all our silliness. He was a better brother to me than I was a better sister to him. He was a good son to Ma than I was a good daughter to her. I hope I was an okay master — ‘coz he was the best puppydoo ever. (original photo)
Goodnight Dollar, our baby boy, beybidoo, didong, pakitong, pogidoo, papee, papeedoo, chidong… Teten and mama love you and we know you love us, too! Rest in peace. Hugs and kisses! XoxO (original photo)
These Plumbago flowers would cling to Dollar’s fur when we walked by the shrubs… We’d call him “flower boy” then because he’d get most on his head haha. I picked two today to put on his grave. I’d just thrown them over when a huge butterfly with rounded wings and light yellow-green spots drew near me, fluttered behind me and flew over the stretch of the driveway where Dollar is. I have never seen this type of butterfly before. I’d like to think Dollar’s sending me his butterfly kisses from dog heaven. I used to kiss him on the nose a lot and hug him like there was no tomorrow. When he was younger he’d lick our faces as he greeted us but Ma doesn’t like the slobber lol. So he learned to flick his tongue a little to kiss me conservatively. The very last time he did it, I was caught by surprise — I just rose from bed that morning and he had his “walk” face which made me pet him and that’s when he kissed me — I let out a hearty laugh and embraced him. He’s such a good boy and we miss him so much. I LOVE YOU DOLLAR.
TIME IS A NINJA. Here’s my fave pic of me and Dollar, along w/ others taken one summer day in 2002. Imagine him living under the same roof w/ 2 women — when my period clashed w/ Ma’s, Dollar got caught in the middle a catfight — our poor baby, haha! But he’s been there for us, across every battle. The comfort he provided us in times of crisis may be overlooked, but it can never be matched by any human. He accomplished quite a feat. And I’ll always be thankful for that. Hugs and kisses to our one and only boy, Dollar. Ma and I love you forever and a day! ❤ :-* 😀
Two days after Dollar Boy passed away, Ma saw him on my camera’s interface. She assumed it was my phone’s screensaver. It was when I asked her to take a photo of Indo, our kid neighbor, on the pole while I assisted him. So when she pointed it out to me and Indo’s mother, and we couldn’t see Dollar, she freaked out. Burst into tears. A couple of weeks later, I woke up in the middle of the night and for a second, I thought I saw Dollar on his usual sleeping place in my room, looking at me. Then I remembered he was gone — I must’ve seen him in my mind’s eye. Sigh. That’s how badly we wanted him to still be around. But it’s been a month since July 10, our boy’s last day on earth, and it’s time to really let him go, for him (and us) to be at peace. WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH DOLLAR. There are no goodbyes, just see you soon, babydoo… :-* ❤ $$$