March 30, 2010-July 9, 2010.

From the 30th of April till the 6th of July, I have spent my dear hazy mornings and drowsy afternoons with this very loving fellow. It is such a treat as we play together. No words were spoken, just actions the seems to gap the differences in communicating. Laughing, teasing, running, tickling, hugging and of course, eating together are some of the many activities we do. We speak no language but only the unknown connection that exist between a man and man's best friend creates the whole magic I call love.

It is rather funny as you may read this that I have spoken about love towards a canine. It's okay to laugh for now but let me have a few minutes to let you know my story with this fellow.

Jaki, as we call her/it has been our pet for for four months now. She was still cute and cuddly (and still is) like a fur ball when she arrived at our place with eyes that reflect a rather scared and lonely pup. I remember very well that I was so eager to meet her/it when my sister texted me that a new puppy is already home. I found the lil pup lurking under my sister's bedroom and I could feel then that she/it was a bit terrified to see me. I crawled down to make myself appear small so she/it would be less scared and true it was. Slowly, she/it walked out of the bed and sniffed me so gently as if inspecting any form of danger and I guess once she/it learned I was of no danger, she/it slowly crawled unto my lap. That was then the start of the magic.

Every morning after I wake up, I always hurriedly go out of the house to have a nice good morning greeting with jaki. My parents also do this as they wake up and have a smooth hot coffee drink in the morning and shares whatever food they have (and yes, even the coffee). My sister also has her own routine with her/it. Before she goes out of the house, she bids farewell to our lil jaki and as soon as she arrives home, even without bath, she would confidently hug and kiss lil jaki. My mother also loves to tease jaki with the broom. They would play like kids as jaki tries to bite the broom and my mom wisps the broom tagging along jaki with her/it's jaw locked unto the broom. My father also loves to play catch with her/it using her/it's chew bone or ball. I know, jaki is thrilled as each and every being in the house would express love to her/it. I am too, for through jaki, I felt there was something common in our family. Every meal times, we would share funny stories of jaki doing crazy things like hiding one pair of slippers, jumping off a chair (jaki's afraid of heights), barking at chicken, looking confused when seeing a cat, barking continuously at poor defenseless frog and many more. You see, we never did this as a family. It is not because we lack communication but because for the many years, we had nothing in common to share with. Jaki became the common. We all loved jaki and the mere presence of it connected us four. The communication even went on beyond talking about jaki. Slowly, we all felt comfortable sharing things that happened to us for the day. Jaki bridged the gap we, as a family, had. Jaki brought out love too in my family. We all started to care about each other in as much as we care for her/it. We started to express affection towards others in as much as we express affection towards her/it. Jaki awakened the dormant love we had as a family. Jaki was love.

But I guess, she/it served it's purpose very well already. In as much as she brought love, I also think she/it felt love too. My family never welcomed a new pup as much as they did with jaki. They never cared for an animal this much as they did with jaki. They never talked so much about a puppy this much as they did with jaki and they've been so happy to have a puppy this much as they did with jaki. For me, this was Magic.

Just this morning, jaki died because of a disease I know nothing of. I would, with all might, save her if only I had any idea what I was about to do. But it was jaki's time to go... She lay down gently in front of the door where we could all see her waiting for each of us too see her for the last time before she took her last breath.

Jaki, i promise, you will always be remembered.