Pets Whitey and Bethooven died by Strangulation
The tragic death of our pet dogs Whitey and Bethooven
WHITEY is gone. He has slept the sleep that knows no waking. Whitey is nothing but a small, white male Japanese dog. His untimely demise created a deep void of emptiness in us family members as well as those who were closely acquainted with him. We will never forget the things he did during his lifespan of 13 years.
Purchased by my son- Rene- in Tacloban City in August of 1995 for two thousand bucks, Whitey was entrusted to my care in Paranas residence when Rene set sail for the United Kingdom. At times when feeling homesick, Rene would make an overseas call using a mobile phone, he would request- among other things- that Whitey be made to bark. If ever Whitey dies, he should be accorded a decent burial, Rene said through the phone.
The following year in late 1996 Adam- my youngest son- acquired St. Bernard, a big foreign male dog worth thirty five thousand pesos. His former owner called him "Bethooven" and so the name stuck. I observed that Bethooven was not given the best of care. I did offer pointers but my suggestions fell on deaf ears. Bethooven stay was shortlived. During the night the inevitable happened.. He strangled himself to death by means of the nylon rope tied round his neck. The poor dog passing left ill effects in me. Bethooven bizarre death jolted me to resolve to do extra care, protection and love for Whitey. Thus in the concluding portion of the following verse "WHITEY" which I wrote on November 11, 2006, I emphatically stated that what happened to Bethooven will not happen to Whitey. But I was wronged. I made a fatal mistake. I am to blame for Whitey tragic demise. He strangulated himself with the tether chain tightly wound around his neck.
The fate of Bethooven and Whitey obviously conveys a clear and strong message that man should exert extra effort towards the care, protection and love of dogs as well as other animals.
(Composed by the author Nov. 11, 2006)
In a cozy corner by the pig sty
Lay and play our pet dog Whitey
All white and tiny, he's a joy to the family
Brought from Tacloban when yet a pup
He could be mistaken for a toy stuff
For food he's not choosy; he hasn't tasted
any from the grocery
All that he prefers are dry and tasty
With great delight he'll bark to ask
for snack cakes he saw you gulped
Give him some; he'll devour them with gusto
During his heydays he could break and
untangled himself free from his tether
It was absolute freedom for him to gallop
and romp round the block
Innocently and instinctively chasing ducks,
chickens, chicks and birds
On separate occasions, he bit a duck and
a number of chicks to death, I do remember
But after all is done he would approach
me politely and be cuddled gently like a child
How old is Whitey? If you would ask me,
I would say: If he were human, he would be
finishing the grades by March 2007
From his looks neighbors would mistook
On the contrary, he's meek as a lamb
He has never bitten one; I have never heard
Yes, he does bark only when hungry and
Whitey is a mute witness to the rise and
fall of his masters
He himself has suffered quite a number of indignities
But Whitey has to bade adieu to such cruelties
He'll surely not suffer the fate of "Bethooven"
Thanks to Lolo on whose shoulders Whitey has to lean on.
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