This is Jumbo.
Honestly, I am not super close to him.
After my father and his gang killed my dog “Aban”, you can’t imagine how I detached myself from the dogs. To be exact, I was traumatized hearing him whimpering, whining, barking loudly until I could no longer hear him sound. And there I saw him, dangled high with fire below him. He was slaughtered and cooked for MEAL.
This happened when there was still no animal protection and welfare in the Philippines way back year 1986.
See, it was hard for me to accept. Even now, I still feel sad every time I remember what happened to him. I can cry right now. I wish I was grown up at that time so that I could fight with my father, so that Aban will die in old age and can give him a nice funeral. What I do now, is to blame my father for his cruelness every time we talked about it, he always shown remorse and explain his side.
When I saw this only picture of me and Jumbo, suddenly I feel bad about him. Just like my father, I have been harsh to him. I never cuddle him, gave him a bath, comb his long hair, walked with him in the park. I just made him food and chase him in the street when he’s out, that’s all.
So now, I promised myself to be good to Jumbo. I will treat him right, and will love him too. It’s about time to say goodbye to my first love Aban. I’ve been keeping your memories for thirty years, and finally I have to move on.