thank you, zedd and chase

Three days ago, Kate gave birth for the first time. It was really a wonderful experience watching her give birth and see, through my own eyes, how she automatically became a well-caring mother to her pups. So this is mother instinct, I thought. She had always been the naughty one, and yet right after she gave birth (and while giving birth to the rest), she looks after her children, carefully bringing each close to each other when one strays a bit away from her and licking them all to clean them up. She gives each of them equal time. I had it all on video. I just wish I wrote about it sooner.

Just yesterday, Kate and Casper had three little puppies: zedd, nicci, and chase. Two nights ago, I was just watching all three of them clamped together, perhaps keeping each other warm, or perhaps just enjoying the furs of their siblings. I was stroking each of them with a finger, thinking we’d need a bigger home for them when they grow up (like those used motorhomes) and that my baby bro Casper now have a family, after several years of just being him and me.

But zedd and chase had to go already. I feel really, really sad, especially for Kate. These puppies brought joy to our home after a month of depression. My grandmother told me not to be sad, “may tinutubos siguro sila para sa atin.” She had always believed in that superstition, that a pet dies to save the life of one of us in the family. I just wish I could have also save theirs.