Early this morning, my brother told me that "Bilog" was not around. They already get him, because he is now weak and old. This is not a another "Marley Me" or "Hachico" story.
"Bilog". I don't know his breed and age (but I know he is now old, according to my cousin he is about 9 years old now.) He stays just outside my bedroom. He was the one left in the house of my tita, we are just separated by grills. I stay there alone.
I remember the time, that I feel so alone, inside my place, I used to cry and cry. the moment I opened my door behind the grills I saw the sad face of this dog sadder than me. "Yes, you're also alone?". Then I will cry again. "Yes, you're also hungry?" If only "Bilog" can speak to me whenever I used to speak to him. His eyes tells me the story how sad he was to be alone and hungry. For 9 long years he was stuck to a place when he can't see the world. Until I came. Crispy Pata. Fried Chickens. My friends and office mates knew its for "Bilog."
He became my ally. He makes me remember that I am with someone. He makes me remember that I should survive for him. He makes me realize that life is about helping another lone soul to be able to fight with your own battle. He makes me understand that you need someone who can help you and you can help.
Yes. It was a struggle, living life alone. But thank you I am surviving that battle. The greatest lesson I learned from you, "Change one heart a time." I maybe broken, still I try to help you and by helping you, you also helped me, alot, more that what I expected.
Thank You, "Bilog"
I miss you. The dog,outside the door of my bedroom behind the grills.
