#75 Practices

Asian countries like the Philippines, practices something I really hate and feel disgusted about; eating dogs, cats, and other exotic cuisines. I grew up in a place that you should never leave your dog or else the next morning you will never see it anymore. For me it is ridiculous!
I agree to the facts that pets are man’s best friends, they are there for our happiness, and sorrows, so I believe these animals should be treated like a family member.
I have experienced it from my pet, a nice black and white spotted, hairy dog. This dog lived like a human in our house. I used to care for him and daily feed him a proper diet. He was part of my family; my mother cooks his food, and we provided him shelter/ proper medication, and other necessities. Warmth, and affection from us, and in return he gives us security, companionship, and love; like a real family who share their feelings and enjoy a fruitful life. One day, we lost our dog from our house, and since then my dog never came back. A horrifying moment of my life; I cant express my emotion I felt the feelings of sadness and anger during that time. I felt horrified!
You cannot complain to the authority because it’s useless. The biggest problem of our country doesn’t have a law to regulate how to love and respect animals. These animals deserve to live like a human being.

#48 My Best Friend Shobie

I didn’t like Shobie the first time I met her during the first day of school in the Philippines. Her hair perfectly highlighted; a designer hand bag slung over her shoulder. Her long colored fingernails made her look like a witch. She introduced her self laughing loudly; she was flashy I thought the complete opposite of me, so I figured we’d never have anything to talk about.
Then few months later I found myself sitting next to Shobie at lunch. She seemed less lively that time than the first time I met her. “Is everything okay?” I asked her. “My husband died last month” she said, “we’ve been married for 7 years” I really miss him.
“ I’m so sorry, I know how you feel” I said. Soon we were in a deep conversation about our children. We are talked for 2 hours. At the end of our conversation Shobie gave me a hug.
Now, 11 years later, Shobie and I are best friends. She doesn’t hold back- before I left we made a commitment, that we will live close to each other. She did her best keep her promise, so she made it to America with her children, and now she lives in Connecticut. Every holiday we never forget to send cards to each other and for our children. We talk almost everyday over the phone, talking about our week in work and about our families. I have never met anyone else like her, and that’s what I love about her.