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Potipot Island is Love! (Day 40 #100HappyDays)

We all woke up early today to prepare to swim at Potipot Island. We booked a beachfront room at Isla Vista, so this is the view from outside.

Our nanay and her BFF Tita Beth went to the nearest market a few hours earlier so they can buy meats, seafood and grilling tools we need since we found out we have to cook our own food at Potipot Island (Ken initially thought we can hire the boat guy to grill for us – realized I shouldn’t let him research and plan our next vacation πŸ˜€ ).

We took a quick swim at the beach in front of Isla Vista while we waited for our nanay to return. After a lightΒ breakfast, we headed out to Potipot Island aboard a boat.

On our way to Potipot Island

There were a zillion people there (okay, more like a thousand perhaps, but you know what I mean πŸ˜› ). After I went with Ken and some of his online gamer friends (who happened to be taking a vacay there too) to check out a camping site around the island, we headed back to the area where we left our nanay with our bags, only to find out they were lucky enough to reserve the table right in front of the boat unloading area. Hahahah πŸ˜€

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Goodbye, Lucas. See You Soon.

I’ve never been good with goodbyes. And this time is no different. It’s like a big chunk of my heart was carved out and there’s one empty hole I don’t know how I’ll ever fill up again.

I loved him to pieces. We all did and in a way, he brought our family together. We talk about how playful he’d been, or what new tricks he got up his sleeves. Looking for him as soon as I wake up was one of the things I look forward to everyday. Now, I won’t be seeing him anymore and it just breaks my heart.

Goodbye, Lucas

I’ve had too much heartaches from our pets who have passed on in the past years. There’s our 10+ year old dog Stacie who we love deeply. And, now, Lucas. πŸ™

In all honesty, I’m starting to hate having a pet. Losing them as early as a few months because of a sickness they can’t take and medicines that won’t work or are too late to have an effect – makes me weaker. But, I will continue loving our pets. I’m just not so sure about how much I can give anymore.

Losing Lucas just a few hours ago made me realize many things. His passing has taught me lessons that I hope I’ll truly learn from and affect me. These lessons, I can’t reveal or tell you now ’cause this just breaks my heart. But, one thing I’m sure won’t ever change – my capacity to love someone as deeply as I could even with the fear of losing them in the future.

I also realized something about myself that I didn’t know I had in me. I’m not sure if it’s a good quality, but I learned that I don’t give up on anyone or anything easily. I fight until I know there’s nothing else I can do. And I would like to think that Lucas did exactly the same thing – giving me that ounce of hope that he’ll be okay because he can hear how sad I’m becoming. I really hoped I could’ve done better. πŸ™

Lucas after someone found himKakabalik mo lang samin eh, tapos iniwan mo kami agad. πŸ™

Lucas, wherever you are, I wish I could’ve done more. I hope you felt how much we wanted you to stay, but we know it was beyond your control. Thank you for all the laughter. For all your dirty tricks that made my days and nights brighter and lighter. Thank you for fighting ’til your last breath. I will love you always and forever. I hope you meet Stacie soon. Please tell her she’s missed. And you will be missed too. See you in heaven. πŸ™‚

Lucas stretchingWe’ll do your kitty yoga up in heaven soon. I love you, Lucas. πŸ™‚

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I end this post with this touching story which helped lighten this burden for me. I guess this is why, even though we are aware of the fact that animals or our pets live a shorter life, we still take the risk of adopting or accepting new pets again into our lives. They’re just too awesome. πŸ™‚

 

Rites of Passage

Some of the most poignant moments I spend as a veterinarian are those spent with my clients assisting the transition of my animal patients from this world to the next. When living becomes a burden, whether from pain or loss of normal functions, I can help a family by ensuring that their beloved pet has an easy passing. Making this final decision is painful, and I have often felt powerless to comfort the grieving owners.

That was before I met Shane.

I had been called to examine a ten-year-old blue heeler named Belker who had developed a serious health problem. The dog’s owners – Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane – were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer.

I told the family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt Shane could learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on.

Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.

Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me – I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, “Everybody is born so that they can learn how to live a good life – like loving everybody and being nice, right?” The four-year-old continued, “Well, animals already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

By Robin Downing, D.V.M. from Chicken Soup for the Pet Lover’s Soul

Taking Control of My Life

I have never been THIS busy my entire life, but I’M LOVING IT! Why? Because of everything I’m doing now (which I also happen to love!), I’m capable of providing for my family and helping my mom with the finances at home. And most importantly, I’m doing all the work at the comforts of my own bedroom. How blessed and lucky am I? πŸ™‚

Turn your CAN'TS to CANS, and dreams into plans

The truth is, I don’t think luck has anything to do with what I have accomplished so far. I know and I believe I have worked my butt off to get to where I am now. Like what I always say, if you’re determined enough to change your situation or the quality of your life, YOU CAN. You have all the power to do it.

Sure, you can be motivated by other people and their experiences, but in the end, it all boils down on how much you want to do it for yourself. Don’t wait for the tides to change. Don’t fricking wait! Don’t just retweet or repost motivational or inspirational quotes. TAKE ACTION! It will do wonders!

I guess this is why I never wanted to be a bum or someone who depends on others to live my life. I have always been independent, even when I was very young. I know for sure that it’s because of what I’ve seen from my nanay – how she struggled to keep our family afloat, all the while dealing with someone who she thought she can depend on her entire married life. She is a strong woman, and I am a strong woman because I wanted to be like her – a woman who can stand on her own two feet, with my head held up high.

I have big plans for my future, and now, I’m focused on improving my overall health, so I can live longer and enjoy my life to the fullest. And that’s why I’m also helping my mother deal with her health too. I want her to be with me while I take giant leaps towards my oh-so bright future. πŸ™‚

Inspirational quote - Do what you can with what you have wherever you are

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An Unlikely Hero

Today, I had an awakening, a realization of some sort, of what scares me the most. It’s not the day when I’ll lose my material possessions like money, our house, and my gadgets, or my job. It’s the fact that I cannot control what goes on around me and around the people I love the most, and I can’t keep them safe.

Earlier today, my brother came home way past midnight from work. He knocked on my door in a hurried manner and his voice worried me. So, I left my computer (I work at night), jumped off my bed and opened the door. He was pale and the words that came right out of his mouth had my heart skipping a beat. I distinctly remember not being able to breathe for a few seconds, especially after I saw wounds on his right arm. They turned out to be scars from his work (he’s an aspiring chef).

The jeepney he rode going home was held up by robbers who were ready to be deadly and violent. He didn’t hear what they were saying ’cause he had earphones on, but he vividly remembers 3 robbers with knives with them. Thankfully, he and most of the passengers with him got out alive and unharmed. One of them did get hurt and was wounded, possibly because he was carrying a big bag with an MSI logo on it. The robbers knew he had something of value in there.

My brother had experienced something like this before, the jeepney he was riding in got held up and he was sitting in front and thankfully, nothing happened because they were close to a barangay hall. I wrote about this here.

While he was recovering from shock after his gruelling spree to escape the robbers, he continued to tell us what happened. He said 3 guys approached the jeep. One guy was pointing his knife at the passenger in front, one held a passenger on his neck. The other guy, I can’t remember what my brother said, but I think he recalls one of them pointing a blue knife right at them, scaring them into not doing anything to fight them off.

Thankfully, my brother was able to take off and run. Most of them were able to escape. He remembers seeing the only girl passenger tripping right before they could take the first turn during the escape. He and his fellow male passengers who were already on a running spree and were far away didn’t dare come back ’cause it was pretty close to where the robbers were. And as soon as he said it, I told him, “Mahirap na, di mo alam kung maabutan pa kayo.” (translation: “You’ll never know if the robbers were still close by.”)

As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I felt pangs of guilt. I realized I can never be a hero… I can never be someone who’ll put my own life, or any of my loved ones’, at risk to help a stranger. If that someone in need was a loved one, I’ll definitely go back. But, if it was someone else, I know I’ll never have the guts to come back and help. Well, unless I had a weapon with me, probably.

And I told my brother that it was not the time to be a hero. I know, that sounds selfish, but I can’t imagine how much pain I’d feel knowing he was badly hurt. Yes, maybe learning he helped someone would change how long before I can move on, but I know the pain will not lessen a bit.

I am now praying the woman is safe and sound. I hope she was able to stand up and run for her life and to safety. I hope and pray no one was hurt badly or killed from this incident, except the robbers. Karma will avenge the victims.

I know this incident will haunt my brother for days, but I really hope he’ll be too busy to think about it. I hope and pray this won’t happen again. I wouldn’t wish any of this violence on anyone.

I don’t know what I could’ve done if I was in his position. I don’t know how I would feel if I was the woman who tripped. But, I pray earnestly that I will never have to find out.

Dear God, thank you for keeping us safe. Thank you for keeping my brother and mother safe as they travel to and from work. Thank you so much.

Stay safe everyone!

Be safe

I Thought Cats have Nine Lives?

(Written on Wednesday night)

I just came back from checking on one of our Persian kittens who have been sick for 2 days now. And I get this numbing feeling that she, Heidi (or Yat-yat, as my dad lovingly calls her), won’t survive the night. πŸ™

She’ll be the third Persian kitten who passed away after being born to their mother Bechay, who we welcomed to our family a couple of months ago. We were completely incognizant of the fact that she was pregnant, but we were very happy to see her give birth to what we thought were very healthy kittens.

One of Heidi’s siblings passed away a week after being born, possibly because their mother won’t let them breastfeed as often as they should.

Another kitten passed away after a few weeks due to extreme dehydration. We did our best to get him back to his feet, but he won’t take any food or water anymore.

Last time I checked today, Heidi is extremely weak. She breathes heavily and you can see that her eyes are no longer aware of what’s happening around her. She only closes her eyes when I touch her nose ’cause she can feel my fingers through her whiskers. And even after we tried to force-feed her to hopefully energize her again to fight for her life, sadly, I don’t think she’ll be able to hold on any longer. πŸ™

I prayed real hard for her yesterday and today. I pray that she’ll survive. But, though I want to continue hoping she’ll be alive and kicking when the sun rises, I feel like it’ll be too much to ask from her weak body. πŸ™

I already cried earlier when I was trying to feed her milk. I silently whispered in her ear to hold on. She has a wound under her neck that she probably got after playing with her brother or with our dog Marcel. My dad already applied a cure on the wound and we think it’s healing, but Heidi’s not eating is what’s weakening her.

My brother Ken said he heard a loud thug a few days before. When he went out, he saw one of our small speakers was on the ground. Heidi called out to him, and he didn’t really think the speaker hit her, but remembering now, he thinks she was crying out to him because of the pain. We’re not sure if that or the wound on her neck resulted to this.

When I was checking up on her earlier, I, slightly angered, asked, “I thought cats had 9 lives?”. I don’t want to lose her. Though her brother Lucas was the closest to me, I love her too. And I already miss seeing her being her playful self. πŸ™

There are people out there who refuse to own a pet because they’re scared of feeling this sadness of losing them when they’ve already gotten so important or close to you. I can’t blame them, really. It hurts deeply.

Some may say that I’m over-reacting, but I don’t care. Our pets brighten up my day in their own naughty and playful ways. And no matter how hurt I am now, I am waiting and excited for Bechay’s new kittens and Choco’s new puppies. I just wish Heidi will still be there to show them how to have a good time around our house.

*sigh*

Insensitive comments will be deleted.

Update: She already passed away early this morning, Thursday. πŸ™