Bruce

Our Boston Terrier, Bruce, has been missing since 26 October 2012.

We have 3 dogs- a fierce Spitz-Pomeranian bitch, a prim and exclusive askal who is more than 50 dog-years old, and the youngest, the ugly-but-very-cute Boston Terrier named Bruce. Everytime I arrive home, these 3 creatures reach for my arms like kids asking for pasalubongs. The bitch runs first while Bruce scratches my legs or leaves prints on my pants as the older one digs him to the ground for him to stop competing with their only muse. Hence, coming home one night with noticeably no black, separate-eyed small dog jumping for joy almost saying "Mommy’s home", is something indeed very unusual.

He has not come back home since then. I would want to think that he might have just lost his way home. But days say that he might have been dognapped.  So many speculations have been running in our heads thinking on where he might be. But the question remains unanswered- Where is our baby Brucey?!?

I pray that he is still alive though. I often see his ugly face in my mind like a ghost haunting my nights. And it has been bringing tears in my eyes, seriously.  Please come home, Bruce. Please remember how to reach home.

I am still hopeful that one day, I’ll see him strolling around our area. Then, he’ll bark at me.  I’ll sure get him if that happens. If. That. Happens. I am still in the process of accepting facts that my heart simply cannot. My boyfriend, who doesn’t have any spur of emotion on dogs, even keeps telling me to stop whining about him. But its just not as simple as that. He is our dog and he has been part of our family ever since he was brought to our house.

I miss you Bruce. I bathed your siblings last weekend and I even missed you more. Your sister is giving birth in a few days and you will not see her puppies unless you come back the soonest.  

It will take time before I let go of you. Especially in this case when I don’t even know what happened to you. Whoever arms you are with ever since that fateful night, the least I could do for now is just hope that you’re taken cared of. Better, I hope, if I can for more. 

Its Kuya’s birthday today. I guess he’s as affected as I am because he stopped watching the NBA game when we lost you.  He even biked around to search for you. Even Zia keeps holding your sister’s tail hoping she’ll play with her like you. 






















I am looking for you, still. Please let me find you.

* We should be celebrating the same birthday this November. Sadly, his cage is empty.

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