necroing this thread bc i can't find/remember where the pet sharing place is. i could write a book about my dog (and the dogs of mine that recently passed away) but for now i'll talk about the last of his lineage, poochie!!



he was a total accident bc the vet didn't tell us it's still possible for pregnancy to occur a week after surgery. we didn't keep an eye that much and whopeedoo, he came to be, inbred and with some medical and behaviour issues later. i was having a rough time and i've usually been the one taking care + showing affection to the family dogs. he was neglected pretty badly (family in general was very tense at that time) that it was kind of a rescue when i have him live with me. he didn't listen, he didn't eat properly, his skin condition was bad, and he runs away from us. it was like dealing with a feral dog. the only one he was comfortable with was with his dad/half bro, putol, so we always left them together bc we really couldn't deal with him (and this always made me feel guilty later on, as putol had the middle child syndrome, who was well-behaved and expected to take care of troublesome younger kids).

anyway i've never hated a dog like poochie lol. he was frustrating and even though i was trying to care for him, it felt like he was ungrateful. i know you don't humanize dogs - ofc i know he's not doing it on purpose. but as a human being, i can't help but feel upset when i'm the only person who cares when everyone's given up. tbh someone else was going to adopt him - the one who named him poochie. but i knew he had medical problems on top of his behavior, and pet care here in ph has a very low standard unless you were in the upper middle class. (lower income classes generally leave them off leash or caged all day, and feeding them scaps instead of dog food. no vet visits. it sucks, yeah. 3rd world country.) so i took him back at the last second when they're picking him up.

i'm not really the most patient person. i don't claim to be exceptionally kind. i'm sure i wasn't the best owner for poochie bc i really hated him. but i knew i was really his only chance so i visited multiple vet visits for him. i slowly got him to get used with people and noises (he is still extremely jumpy) and he allowed me to be the only one who can bathe him. during this time, putol got sick and passed away, and i went through a really tough time. and then shiro, the mom of all our dogs, also had dementia and was in her late stage. had to take care of her too...then raekwon for a year as he slowly succumed to denegeration... it was hard. i was trying to teach a young dog to get along with the pack and then caring for the dogs i grew up with...

welp didn't mean to mention those sad stuff but it was inevitable i suppose. poochie finally became the cuddly dog who trusts me and eventually my sister too (who also learned that dogs like affection; our parents just didn't raise us to care about pets in general.) i'm not really surpriesd that is the end after all the frustration and hatred i had for this dog. like you know, i knew. but it still didn't make the process easier and i do not want to go through it again =)) was it worth it? well yeah. i love my bebi boi. he's so jumpy and silly and he has a heart condition that i suspect was the one that killed putol. the vet bills are the one that have hovered over us but... after our experience with putol, it's something we always accept no matter how painful mfao. the reality of owning pets :pensive:

ANYWAY WOO BABY BOY