PUTOL

It was just last August 2009 that we started packing some of our things and move in to our Antipolo home now, but even before it was built, Putol was already roaming the area. Putol is a street dog, black, with a very short tail that looks to have obviously been cut off— which is why we named her what we did. We adopted her as she was very lovable, adding to that, our German Shepherd, Hunter, had a fancy for her, and our Shih Tzu and Yorkshire, Callie and Zara, enjoyed having her as a playmate.

Putol would walk with us along the rotunda outside our house, or run with us when we felt like jogging. Not one of us expected her sudden death, and a very sad one even. It was 5 in the morning when we arrived yesterday, and as soon as we got home, all the dogs came out to welcome us, we were greeted with licks, pats, and ruffs! Putol wasn’t there, and we didn’t mind. We thought maybe she was just out circling the valley like she usually did.

It was not until this morning at breakfast that our guards and housekeepers informed us how a few days ago, Putol went on her regular routine and came plodding, bleeding and handicapped. She was battered by senseless drunkards or merely evil and foolish bystanders and squatters at the bottom end of the hills. Our house-helps attempted to heal her, but it was unfortunately already too late. They gave her up to the heartless, sick, and despicable people who beat her up, where they hit her a few more times and fed on her afterward. Putol didn’t deserve that! No dog does! Although our guards are guiltless of Putol’s death, they could have just kept her, and at least give her the peaceful and serene sleep she should have had.

Right now, all we can do is pray that justice be served to those rotten beasts, and that God judges them for what they did to a harmless and innocent dog.

• 1 year ago

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