I was in a meeting with World Vision last night when I received a text message from my mom: Mga anak, Chuckie just passed away. Let’s just think he saved us from whatever sickness or bad things, sa kanya na lang tumama. Ang lakas-lakas nya di ba tapos bigla na lang sya nanghina. Don’t wori, I was on his side in his last moments. He was crying. He knows he was dying. GOODBYE CHUCKIE.
I came home last night and I immediately knew that he was gone the moment I opened the gate and there was no excited barking and his trademark “helicopter” wag while his entire body shakes like a body-body-dancer (typing that just made me smile). I found my sister in my room looking at Chuckie’s pictures and crying as well. You can’t blame us. I always believed that Chuckie is a person and a part of my family. He has developed a stare which makes us feel that he is talking to us and that he answers back when we talk to him. He also has this habit every morning where he wakes my mom, then my sister, then he goes to my room and jumps on my bed to wake me up and snuggle with me. This morning when I woke up, it was a realization that he was really gone. I am gonna miss him nuzzling me with that cold nose, his cute “sideway” stare, his weird toe (he has this sole white toe), and basically the fact that he knows my moods well. Whenever I come home in a crappy mood, he always follows me in my room, peeking first as if asking, “can I come in?”. Then we he sees me smile, he gallops like a gazelle, jumps on my bed and rolls around waiting for our wrestling match. (sniff)
Chuckie Daclison y Castro, 2005-2007
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