One day, my father bought a puppy.
He said it was given to him by a friend on the farm that he passes everyday.
My father is a soldier.
So, this puppy wears soldier clothes too.
My dad lets my mom make clothes for the puppy.
The dog owns a commando necklace and a dog tag which my dad bought for the puppy.
He brushes the dog's hair and takes him for a bath every morning.
My mother and I, and even the people around us, have noticed how much my dad loves this puppy.
We were not surprised because we knew from the start that my dad is a pet lover.
As the days and months pass, the puppy grew to be a full size dog.
When my father goes and is working at the camp, my mother and I take care of the dog.
His name is "Commando".
We are really close to the dog.
Our family loves Commando.
He is our savior and protector.
He eats a lot.
A dog loves to eat what they see humans eat.
Maybe, there is really a connection between the dog and human appetite because we are both mammals.
A dog also loves to play, we throw him a ball, or a frisbee and he runs very fast.
My father trained him to march like a soldier.
It is funny when you watch the dog marching.
He only listens to my dad, my mother and me.
He follows our commands.
We were able to have the dog for five (5) years.
We first got him in March 1998.
When my father died, in April 2002, the dog became sick.
No matter what we did, including taking him to the veterinarian alternative doctors, he did not get better.
My Grandmother said that when the owner of a dog dies, the dog also wants to die.
They so much love their owners and sometimes they find a way to pass on too.
It sounds strange, but it really works that way for dogs.
They want to be with their owners forever.
Therefore, Commando died.
I cried a lot of tears, just like I cried when my father died.
I almost fainted from the crying.
Commando does not want to be here anymore, so we are letting him go.
I am letting him go.
Commando died in April, less than 1 year after my dad.
He said it was given to him by a friend on the farm that he passes everyday.
My father is a soldier.
So, this puppy wears soldier clothes too.
My dad lets my mom make clothes for the puppy.
The dog owns a commando necklace and a dog tag which my dad bought for the puppy.
He brushes the dog's hair and takes him for a bath every morning.
My mother and I, and even the people around us, have noticed how much my dad loves this puppy.
We were not surprised because we knew from the start that my dad is a pet lover.
As the days and months pass, the puppy grew to be a full size dog.
When my father goes and is working at the camp, my mother and I take care of the dog.
His name is "Commando".
We are really close to the dog.
Our family loves Commando.
He is our savior and protector.
He eats a lot.
A dog loves to eat what they see humans eat.
Maybe, there is really a connection between the dog and human appetite because we are both mammals.
A dog also loves to play, we throw him a ball, or a frisbee and he runs very fast.
My father trained him to march like a soldier.
It is funny when you watch the dog marching.
He only listens to my dad, my mother and me.
He follows our commands.
We were able to have the dog for five (5) years.
We first got him in March 1998.
When my father died, in April 2002, the dog became sick.
No matter what we did, including taking him to the veterinarian alternative doctors, he did not get better.
My Grandmother said that when the owner of a dog dies, the dog also wants to die.
They so much love their owners and sometimes they find a way to pass on too.
It sounds strange, but it really works that way for dogs.
They want to be with their owners forever.
Therefore, Commando died.
I cried a lot of tears, just like I cried when my father died.
I almost fainted from the crying.
Commando does not want to be here anymore, so we are letting him go.
I am letting him go.
Commando died in April, less than 1 year after my dad.