A Dog for the Bride

chipy Japanese Spitz

The end of being single.  A journey began of a married life.  Exciting and sad.  Exciting because a new chapter  in life awaits.  Sad in the sense that I left  my mother and siblings, to live with my husband.  The part of missing was the hardest, though it eventually passed.  And part of that family I left behind was my pet Chipy. My first dog that I called my own.  She was a white furred, tiny  Japanese Spitz pup who first came into my home.  She grew up to be a smart and obedient dog.  She showed her excitement by hopping like a kangaroo and whenever she was game for a play.  She listened when I talked to her and understood from a dog’s point of view.

chipy  Japanese Spitz
Photo of Chipy

“I’m going to miss you Chipy”,  I told her.  She gazed at me and might had read the sad tone of my voice.  “Always be a good girl“, I said as I stroked her soft white fur.  That was a one way conversation with a gaze- back answer between me and Chipy days before leaving home.

A new home away from home.  Homesickness engulfed me during the first few days.  Missing everyone at home.  No pet to meet me at the door.  Sometime during the night, I heard a distant barking.  Sounded like my pet.

“What if I bring my dog here to keep me company”,  I said to my husband one day.  “It wouldn’t be much of a hassle having her around.  Surely she won’t cause any trouble”, I added.  “I will fetch her if there will be time”, he answered.

Until a time came, as our car was approaching the driveway, a familiar figure was watching from the backseat.  With her two front white paws on the  car window glass.

Days passed no Chipy still.  Schedules were busy, so no time to take her from my place.  Until a time came, as our car was approaching the driveway, a familiar figure was watching from the backseat.  With her two front white paws on the  car window glass.  “Chipy!”, I excitedly called her.  She was watching me. As if she already sensed me 200 meters afar .  She was obviously  happy to see me with her ears pointing straight upward.

As the car hit to a stop,  I opened the backseat  car door and carried my pet out.  I hugged her tightly for a warm welcome.  In an instant,  a part of homesickness was gone.  A family represented who gets to live with me.

Since then,  morning walks were fun with my dog tagging along.  Enjoyed  her provincial life.  Chipy became more healthy, adapted to the cool weather where fresh air abounds.  Stayed some more good years with me.  What was more,  Chipy’s son back home came to live with me too.  His name was Bon bon.  A very fury white half Jap Spitz and  half Terrier breed. What could be happier than that having my two precious pets to keep my company .  Bridged the gap of homesickness in a new place I was to call home.

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Hannah Abroguena is from the Bukidnon Mindanao, Philippines graduated from Ateneo de Cagayan – Xavier University. She took up Bachelor of Arts major in International Studies. She is a mom who has passion for dogs. Hannah considers them as her confidants, believes that pets absorb ones emotions and sentiments are best shared with them. Aside from being a dog lover, she likes gardening and creating DIY crafts.