A very sad morning

It’s a very sad morning for us. Until now, we are still shaking. Edmund said it’s only now that it’s beginning to sink in. He’s so mad. Me naman, parang mag ne nervous break-down ako. My knees are still shaking.

Accidents do happen, and in our case, it happened this morning, inside our garage.

One marine soldier who wanted to learn how to drive, made pakialam the Ford Expedition parked in our garage, while his colleagues and comrades were cleaning the other vehicles. He stepped on the gas instead of the breaks.
Sa mga hindi pa marunong mag maneho, madalas ganito ang nangyayari.

I am still shaking and quivering from the thought of what could have been. I am terrified with the thought that someone could be in front of the vehicle when this @#!$%^&*()+@ made pakialam the SUV. With that kind of impact, it’s going to crush to death anyone, anything and everything.

Every day we all pray for safety, that nothing untoward would happen to all of us, to people that we love, people that we know, people that we care about, people that work with us, to every one, even to strangers.

And even to our dogs. They are family. We love them, we care for them. We spend for their well being and medical needs.

We’ve lost several dogs in our lifetime. Usually to sicknesses with the exception of Bugsy, and sadly, Jazzy.

Bugsy, my poodle was killed by our neighbor’s big dog. They offered to give me money, I think P15,000 so I could buy a new poodle. I turned down their offer. I asked that they remove instead their dog from my sight. I threatened to shoot it once I see it again. I was crazy. I also ordered our staff to shoot it pag nakita nila, kahit nadun sa loob ng garahe nung neighbor.

After a few days, they transferred their dog to another place. Pinabantayan ko kung talagang aalisin nila. It’s been several years since that happened, we’ve transferred house so I am sure they brought their dog back home. Pagnaiisip ko yung sakit na dinanas nung aso ko, hangga ngayon kumukulo pa rin ang dugo ko.

My daughter is hysterical with the death of Jazzy. She grew up with Jazzy. Jazzy is a survivor. She got pregnant, gave birth, all her babies died, she developed infection, the one who’s supposed to care for her thought she’s dying so they just resigned to the fact that Jazzy would be dead soon. When our maids told me about it, I had her brought to the vet. She was confined for several days but she survived. She had an eye infection, and slowly, she lost her eyesight. She responded to sound, movements, and smell. She had hysterectomy, blood infections, etc. Lagi sya sa doctor. Two years ago, we thought we would lose her, but she recovered. Except for occasional trips to the doctor, she’s fine. She has grown stronger and is able to walk around our garage, climb up and down the steep stairs. Minsan inaaway sya ni Lucy (Dalmatian) pag nagseselos. Jazzy is one true survivor. Although she’s 11 years old, we still believed she could live for a few more years.