As I've narrated from my previous blog, Masud came to my life as a surprise. A friend gave me a dog before Masud came, Holgar, but he died a month after. Then, came this friendster ad about a man giving away puppies. I wasn't supposed to get one, really. I don't want to get hurt again. Good thing my father and sister convinced me to get it. The owner seem to want to give it to me to. The next thing I know, I was at the lobby of Horizon Condo at Ortigas waiting for the little puppy to arrive.
It was love at first sight, I will always remember that day. He was this little purse of fur, only a month old, he smelled like chocolates and he instantly wagged his tail when he was handed to me by his former owner. I can't help but love him right away. His owner was saying all his 'bilins' but since I was focused to the little fur, the only thing I remembered was 'No chocolates'. Weird. He smelled like one.
As I walked to the parking lot to get to where my father was. I thought of all the pain I experienced with Holgar. I was literally crying the whole time. I was afraid to love him, to be attached and take care of him. If I loved it, I don't want to let go of it. But my father and my sister insisted on taking care o it. It was too cute. Really he is. I can't help but fall in love fully.
My sister and I thought of a name, used a baby name book, opened a random page then whoalla, we saw the name Masud. It meant 'lucky one' from an Swahili/African language. He is indeed lucky. My sister and I had our jobs when he arrived. My mom did not like him though, he had this devilish brow, which I found cute but my mom didn't. She thought it was evil.
He did turn out to be an evil brat. He started destroying our shoes, slippers, undergarments (specifically brassieres) and napkins. He bit anyone of who tries to get what he's munching on. Good thing was, we all learned to clean and put things in place so he won't be able to reach it.
He also loves to go out of the house. If I say the magic word "Pasyal" he'll instantly run outside and wag his tail. I love pleasing him this way. Our little pasyals would sometimes comprise of walking him to the park, sometimes I drive him around. He's like a little boy when you get him places. Giddy and excited. I love seeing him like that.
Mind you, it's not only me who loves this little fur. I love the fact that the whole family also loves him. I remembered when he got sick, the vet prescribed several medicines. I got scared that he might not get thru because it was way too many and yiu have to give it to him on a specified time. I made a chart and pleaded everyone to give the meds when it is due. Gladly, the whole family helped, and thankfully, he was able to get thru. His good health was like the success of the whole family.
Having Masud in the family was like having another family member to love. He's not perfect, he bites, he could not even protect us from other dogs ( i have to carry him and shoo the other dogs away) but he came at the right time. I've always believed God always gives the perfect timing.
Why the perfect timing? Maybe my dad knew his time was up. That year he was insistent that we get a dog. He even accompanied me into getting Holgar from Valenzuela and Masud from Ortigas. I remember Masud being the sweetest dog ever, he will comfort you in times of sadness. When any of us gets sad or cry (not only me) he will comfort you by putting his head on your lap, licking your face, or just sit beside you, he'll let you feel his fur beside you. He'll let you know he's there. Almost 3 years after he came, my dad died. Perfect timing indeed.
With Masud, what I've realized is that we can never have it all. God will give us what we need WHEN we need it. He may not have given me the best breed of dog there is but he gave me the perfect one for me, for the family, the one best fit for me.
The dog's gone for about 2 months now. I still miss him. I still cry when I am reminded of him. He's just too special to let go. This time around, I am not afraid to love another dog though. If I did not take Masud in, I wouldn't have experienced all of these at all. Dogs have too much love to give and I don't want it to go to waste f I am given one again. Masud, I guess you've thought me that. :)
