SWEETIE-WEETIE BLWAS, your Child, your BUNSO
We only have a short lifespan... That is our fault.....
I was born Jan 23, 2011.My daddy was very famous named winner. I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips... just puppies. She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home last April 2011...I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama champion and my three littermates that were left. I didn't like leaving. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and good times? So i was picked up and carried away, even though they were concerned about me hiding...I don't think you and nanay will like me...
My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid because i am only a replacement from my sister who was stolen named chiqui... My heart says be brave. My ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when the maid is mean to me. I just run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins and frogs. I can't understand why they shout, I am quiet, and my nanay came to the rescue. I was loved so much... Had a blast when i turned one... Was baptized... Nanay became my only world then...
But... She started to act so strange... The Nanay who was so excited to see me changed... I did not know she was seeing somebody else... She got my place!!! I never knew it was you momsie... You always have frequent talks... I could hear. I became sooo jealous... Are you taking my nanay away from me? That was my tormented question!
Until the day nanay left without a word. My world turned upside down... I cried... Pretended waking up seeing her beside me...
Indeed it happened!!! Seeing nanay and you momsie!!!
It felt shameful to go near you... You might not like me; you might not play with me... You might not allow me to kiss you and sleep beside you...
I was wrong...
Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good!!! Then I felt tired and laid over the last one who cared. I am famous now. Today someone cared.
You feed me when I'm hungry,
You keep water in my dish,
You let me sleep on anything,
Or in any place I wish.
You sometimes let me lick your hands
or even lick your face,
despite the fact I've licked myself
in every private place.
You taught me how to come when called
You taught me how to sit,
You always let me go outside
So I can take a (scribbled out area) stroll.
You'll always have my loyalty
up to the bitter end,
'cause after all, it's plain to see . . .
I love you my dearest momsie...
Now i cannot live a day without you... Thanks to my patron saint St. Francis... for giving you to me just like nanay.
Let me share this prayer for you my dear momsie...
Treat me kindly, my beloved momsie and nanay...
for no heart in the entire world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through come hell high water,
than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my idols and life and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you when it dries, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved momsie, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight; do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest - and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
World... My momsie is the best person you could ever have... Please do not hurt her anymore... If you do... I myself will tell God that you are hurting His wonderful creation....
Momsie...No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having me makes you rich...
With love...
Your Sweetie
I was born Jan 23, 2011.My daddy was very famous named winner. I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips... just puppies. She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home last April 2011...I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama champion and my three littermates that were left. I didn't like leaving. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and good times? So i was picked up and carried away, even though they were concerned about me hiding...I don't think you and nanay will like me...
My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid because i am only a replacement from my sister who was stolen named chiqui... My heart says be brave. My ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when the maid is mean to me. I just run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins and frogs. I can't understand why they shout, I am quiet, and my nanay came to the rescue. I was loved so much... Had a blast when i turned one... Was baptized... Nanay became my only world then...
But... She started to act so strange... The Nanay who was so excited to see me changed... I did not know she was seeing somebody else... She got my place!!! I never knew it was you momsie... You always have frequent talks... I could hear. I became sooo jealous... Are you taking my nanay away from me? That was my tormented question!
Until the day nanay left without a word. My world turned upside down... I cried... Pretended waking up seeing her beside me...
Indeed it happened!!! Seeing nanay and you momsie!!!
It felt shameful to go near you... You might not like me; you might not play with me... You might not allow me to kiss you and sleep beside you...
I was wrong...
Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good!!! Then I felt tired and laid over the last one who cared. I am famous now. Today someone cared.
You feed me when I'm hungry,
You keep water in my dish,
You let me sleep on anything,
Or in any place I wish.
You sometimes let me lick your hands
or even lick your face,
despite the fact I've licked myself
in every private place.
You taught me how to come when called
You taught me how to sit,
You always let me go outside
So I can take a (scribbled out area) stroll.
You'll always have my loyalty
up to the bitter end,
'cause after all, it's plain to see . . .
I love you my dearest momsie...
Now i cannot live a day without you... Thanks to my patron saint St. Francis... for giving you to me just like nanay.
Let me share this prayer for you my dear momsie...
Treat me kindly, my beloved momsie and nanay...
for no heart in the entire world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through come hell high water,
than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my idols and life and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you when it dries, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved momsie, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight; do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest - and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
World... My momsie is the best person you could ever have... Please do not hurt her anymore... If you do... I myself will tell God that you are hurting His wonderful creation....
Momsie...No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having me makes you rich...
With love...
Your Sweetie