Laika... Born a Dog, Died as an Angel
by June R. Dumanhug
Our very dear dog... Laika
I never have understood the feeling of my mother when her companion for so many years-- a dog -- died because an insane dog bit her, until I lost a dog named Peanuts. It took me days, even weeks, to recover, and then I said to myself, "I won't love a dog that way anymore."
But I met a dog named Laika. She is owned by my best friend's brother-in-law. I "borrowed" her for few days -- then days became weeks and weeks became years.
Laika is so dear to me and the whole family. She slept with me, stayed under the chair when I was watching TV, went with me anywhere. In short, we really had a great time together. But that great time is over.
Today, my dog passed away. It hurts me really. Lately she was ill. I even told her, "be strong. Don't leave me." This is the second time that my soul grieves for the death of a dear dog.
Laika, wherever you are now, I know that you know that you are loved by me, by Nanay (mother in Filipino language) and tatay (father), and everybody in the house.
You will surely be missed...
I love you, my dear dog.