Unconditional Love that is P O O P I E

Blessed is the man that experiences unconditional love in his lifetime. In life we experience love. Our very first encounter of love is with our mothers. Then we go about our existence experiencing different kinds of love from various levels and stages. For me, the best kind of love one can experience in life is unconditional love. Religion says that the concept of unconditional love comes from God. My Catholic faith has outlined this concept with Jesus Christ dying on the cross to save us from our sins... Getting deep here... I would like to talk about unconditional love not from a religious context but with pets.

I was blessed to have a pet puppy earlier this year and I named him Poopie. 

Poopie was an apple head chihuahua. He was so tiny and cute when I first saw him. All he ever did was eat, sleep and poop, hence his name. 

They say that a pet usually absorbs it's owner's personality, Poopie loved to have his picture taken and he would usually give out a fierce expression and in some rare occasion he would smile. But he knew when his picture was being taken and he knew how to strike a pose.

He loved to eat bananas aside from his regular dog food and on Sundays, his cheat day, I would give him lamb or chicken and some treats.

He was never expressive when it came to showing affection. Although one time, while I was having a dramatic moment (the drama queen that I'am), I talked to him and said; 

"Hey Poopie, I'm scared when the day comes that I can no longer take care of you, I would no longer have the means to buy your food and what if we get thrown out in the streets, we will be scouring through garbage in search for food, would you still be with me?" 

He was looking at me intently with his puppy eyes, then all of a sudden he started licking my face non stop. I knew deep inside that he understood what I was saying and that giving me kisses was his way of saying;

"No worries mommy, we will be fine, stop your drama"

I took him to Cebu for vacation and he met my niece, Nina and nephew, Chino. He also met his cousin Winona (our other dog). From the airport baggage section he was an instant celebrity as people ogled at him. He enjoyed having all the attention from everyone; Then we went to Bantayan Island. He enjoyed his vacation but I guess he didn't like swimming in the beach much cuz the beach was too big for him. I felt he got stressed from all that swimming.

He left me a couple of months after our trip. On the night of his passing, I heard him moan, and I called his name and said; Poopie, are you alright? Are you having a bad dream?

I figured that he was re-adjusting to the fact that it was only me and him at home, and that he was missing everyone in Cebu.

The next day when I woke up, he was already gone, his tiny body was all stiff and heavy.

I'm so grateful that even for a brief moment I was able to experience unconditional love from  Poopie. Loosing a pet is like loosing a child. I cried, I mourned, I still miss him....

 Who knows maybe someday, when I'm ready to have another pet, I may call him/her Poopie V2.0.

Poopie you will be missed BUT never forgotten, I Love You....

                                                             All Dogs go  to heaven....