3 Little Angels

I knew something wasn't right. Khaleesi looked at me with unequally opened eyes. She was lethargic and weak. I'm sure I left enough food and water for all of them before we left for the flight to Boracay.

As soon as we came back I checked up on her. Only 6 ran to greet me. She was curled up in a corner. I splashed water to see a response. None. I cried in Jom's arms. It was late, I had to get some sleep. 

"Wala na si Khaleesi?"

As if Jom's could provide me a more favorable answer and I burst into tears again.

That morning, I picked an empty shoebox and some garbage bags. I donned gloves.

"Khaleesi..." I called to her. I was still in denial she might just be sleeping. 

My eyes began to swell again as I picked up her small body. She had a distinct bark. She was the fiercest amongst the 4. We were there when they were born. They weren't given to us, we didn't bought them. They were ours. Born and raised in our condo. We watched as they nursed, until they opened their eyes, started walking, and the chaos that ensued when it was time to feed.

I always looked forward to that every time I came home from work. There were days I even lost sleep because of their barking.

I buried her on the same yard as Donut. I gave my last goodbye.

"There's more dog food in heaven." I told her.

I thought the rest were ok. Maybe she ate something bad? 

The next morning Arya and Tyrion seemed lethargic too.

It seemed all too familiar. Parvo. Again. The same virus that killed Donut.

But they never went out? They're barely outside. We haven't even used the cute leashes to take a stroll at night.

I cried. I knew well how this would end. A trip to the vet would sound wise but then once the symptoms set in there's no recovery. I've depleted my resources from the trip and I couldn't afford this.

Just before Jom's left for work, he bade them goodbye.

That same night, Tyrion died. Blood oozing out of his anus. Parvo is that fatal.

Cersei was still wagging her tail that afternoon. She seemed the strongest so I decided to isolate her and feed her vitamins. Soon after she started vomiting. Oh no...

She died in her sleep. I was stroking her fur and she stopped breathing. She was grunting in pain. I took out my old stethoscope. No heartbeat.

Arya seems ok for now but I don't know for how long. 

My eyes swell of tears and I have yet to bury two little bodies in the morning.

I have a French class and a contract to sign for the new company. It seems absurd to dismiss these over puppies but they mean so much to me.

I won't take for granted vaccines ever again. 

I pray I won't have to bury more puppies in the future.