I just watched Hachiko movie and it almost broke the record of The Land Before Time as the only movie that made me weep. Yes, Hachiko is a very sad movie because as always, when dog’s death is involved, it will definitely poke human tear glands.
It’s a retelling of a true story that happened in Japan decades ago, where Hachiko became a symbol of loyalty.
The movie made me wonder up to what extent a pet dog would do for their masters, then I remembered my family’s very own dog.
His name was Itim, because of the very obvious reason, he’s black.
Side note: Just like my friend’s puppy whose name is Tuta, for a person with a Master’s degree, that’s the best name she came up with, hehehe peace. In contrast, I have a friend with a dog named Higad (catterpillar). Why? I don’t have any idea.
Well, back to Itim, he’s a very big healthy and strong black dog, with orange accent (eyebrows, ear lining, etc.) He’s too big to be an askal so we suspected that his mother had an affair with the German shepherd in our neighborhood. But we never had proven that.
I was in primary when Itim was born. He always wanted to play chase but my skinny stature prevented me to play with him, not to mention, I was an asthmatic.
He died September of 1999.
My parents were involved in a vehicular accident that year, luckily for my mother, she only suffered minor injuries. But my father, suffered several wounds and bone fractures and because the provincial hospital didn’t have the necessary equipment and personnel that time, we had to rush my father to the City, 128kms from our province.
Before we took off, I rushed back home to get my stuff because I know that my father will be confined for months. I saw our dog, Itim, running wildly around the house, to the backyard, everywhere, dragging his metal leash. Just running around seemed tiring himself down.
Having so many things in mind, I never gave attention to him but I know that he knew there was something wrong.
After a week, I think it’s my father’s third operation, my brother arrived to take my post. He told me that Itim was sick. Of all our dogs, only Itim didn’t catch any kind of dog’s disease. He’s always strong that no other stray dogs dared to fight him, so I just couldn’t believe that he’s sick.
I had to travel back home the next day to get some stuff needed in the hospital. And when I saw him, he was trying to stand up but I immediately held him down, he’s too weak and I didn’t want him to waste his energy just to please me. He just wiggled his tail and look at me as if asking about my father’s condition. I just told him that my father was okay.
He passed away the next day.
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