Not a person, but a dog. Feel free to treat his the earlier though.
The thing about our family is we’re secretly 8 all-in-all. This number is all-inclusive of the direct bloodline and the dogs. In our family, though, there was no difference between the two. We love our dogs as much as we love our family — and sometimes, even more. *smirk
But Baby Ah-ah youngest of the present dogs, suffered from an illness that killed him just early this morning. Honestly right now, I still think he’s here beside me sleeping peacefully then it would sink in. Dramatic but dear God, everybody with direct contact and relationship to me knows how much I — my family, too— love my dogs. My mom, dad and my brother deeply saddened by his death and I've been crying nonstop too but I choose to cry with my words.
By just merely thinking that there's no baby ah-ah who will sleep peacefully beside me, stole a kiss from me, be my companion whenever I'm alone, my kakulitan, and I could go on forever but It really breaks my heart to continue thinking about it so I'll stop. Short time yet great impact to me and to my family. Perhaps he's just a season that comes and goes. There’s something very lonely about that.
Conclusions are the end of every essay. And so, this is both my conclusion and his (I refuse to call him an it): Ah-ah’s life have been concluded and this sentence marks the end. So here lies our baby ah-ah, our baby, my best friend, my companion, power ranger, and angel all at once. That and owner present-tense of a wardrobe (dog clothes) I desire.
In the arms of the angel, fly away from here. I know you are in good hands now. I love and I will really miss you! Rest in Peace our baby Ah-ah. You will always be remembered,and never forgotten. We will miss you, baby. :)