The dog who sn out of Rainbo

My everyday life is spent with reminders of my dog. For example, dogs from my neighborhood still bark at me, even if I’m walking alone. Sometimes, I wished Peso could become a ghost who still walked with me wherever I went. Though I don’t see him as a ghost, I often feel that other dogs can see him for me.

What consoles me is the belief that Peso, upon reaching the “rainbow bridge”, would automatically return to his healthy body. No more sickness or pain; only happiness. I wonder if he could sneak away from the rainbow bridge from time to time and look down, searching for me.

Sometimes, I dream of my loved ones. Aside from my parents and dogs who died, Peso also reconnected with me in my dreams.

The first dream was sad. When I saw him, he was like a neglected dog hiding under a deserted car. I called his name and he ran to me. I cried as I carried him in my arms, and I woke up still crying. What was sad about waking up from a dream of being with departed loved ones was that although you had a second or two to forget that they were no longer here in this world, you would wake up and find yourself looking for them and realize it was just a dream.

Once, in my dream, Peso tagged along with another familiar dog with brindle fur, who was very happy and excited to see me. The dog was wagging her tail and trying to playfully jump on me. I realized that the brindle dog was my other dog, Pissy, who died in 2010. I was devastated when Pissy died. She never appeared in my dreams, but Peso made us meet again after such a long time.

Among my dogs, Peso was the one I believed I had the greatest connection with because he stayed with me the longest and had human-like quirks. Whenever he ate at the dining table, he behaved just like a human. Whenever I asked him to pick up his scattered toys, he would do so. When my mother became ill, I would tell Peso to take care of my mother and watch over the house in the morning before I left for work.

I want to think that my naughty dog, with his unique yet amazing personality, would sneak out of the rainbow bridge from time to time to visit me, like when I was hospitalized. He once appeared in my dreams with my mother and a cousin who used to take care of him when I was at work.

One of his last visits happened the night before July, his birth month. In my dream, I was strolling with him in a big mall. He was unleashed, then suddenly he was gone, and I found myself shouting his name, looking for him. When he appeared, he came with other pretty dogs whom he probably made friends with at the rainbow bridge, and he proudly introduced me to them.

I knew in my heart that it was temporary and I would wake up to real life, and Peso would be back in the rainbow bridge. I started to get used to it, and it made me happy.