Two years and one day

First photo, first day














Mickey with Dam-dam & Pot-pot (early months of DamPot).









Mickey with Bambam.









Mickey present photo.








It was around three in the afternoon, since I bought the latest issue of an ad finder hoping to find what I really want. It was almost my birthday I been searching for a perfect pet for me. I want it to be cuddly, not- so- boring, active and small.

The day has come; it was the 10th of April 2008. The climate seems to be excellent, hot as usual but I know it is perfect. It was late in the afternoon since we got into said place at QC. I am thrilled to be there and have my pet with a five digit price plus his legal papers and birth certificate. Dad bought Mickey, my Chihuahua. I know people my find it quite luxurious for a undersized dog and for the vast prize but he’s everything I’ve sought after, a perfect souvenir for my 22nd birthday. Guarantee not to have an early pregnancy and having no boyfriend that time. I vow to adore this precious creature, until now.
The lady handed me a thin brown color with a white diamond mark on his chest, shaking on his blanket. As my cousin told me “ate, hawakan mo aba”. He was the last of his batch all of his brothers and sisters are being sold earlier, me and my mom thinks that perhaps he’s the “damage” one. Well who cares if he’s the odd one, he makes us all happy with his sun-sunny-sunshine personality. He can turn my dark clouds into happiness.

Months ago we have a terrible fight me and my boy friend. I was crying, Mickey sat on my foot he in fact caught roughly all of my tears in his fur. I told him to go away but he didn’t I went up on my room and he follows me all around the house. He even sat on my lap and I embrace him to the point his tiny bones are crushed I make him my hankie too I clean my tears with his body. He doesn’t mind at all I know he feels what I feel and he also lament on my behalf.

I can feel secured when Mickey is around. He’s been with me ever since we bought him, even in Ondoy’s time; when no one eats for two days. We both swim at our common room and if we’re on panic he is too. He got plenty of friends Lancelot (Rabbit) thought him to eat raw kangkong. BamBam (Alley Cat) his punching bag, he always bites her face off that’s why Mickey always has a scar every now and then. Dam and Pot (Mongrels) his playmates.

I know I am protected with Mickey his really a God given gift and truly he’s a best pal.