Animals in Heaven

That’s been debated by some people with regards to animals going to Heaven with varying degrees of uncertainty, there are some people who do claim to see animals in Heaven and there’s this one woman who said that she saw a tiger in Heaven when she asked God about seeing animals in heaven. She rode on that tiger, then the tiger walked back to Heaven.

That tiger was once alive and suffering on Earth, now comes to think of it I did see Jesus take my puppies to Heaven with him and he said, when I threw away a dress Lola gave to me, that a kitten will go to Heaven with him so she died. I think my late pets are frolicking a lot with him in Heaven, along with my mother and grandfather there.

I’ve been to my mother’s and grandfathers’ funerals before, so far only two of them went to Heaven and I admit wanting to go to Heaven to see them again but I might have to wait a little bit to go there. Maybe when I have dream visions, I’ll go there myself.

Thundering white about heaven

It’s a very stormy, white afternoon where it’s raining real hard and it thundered real loudly, I’m not sure when will it end but a few days ago it did rain but it wasn’t so stormy and rainy back then. I could be nostalgic for the days when it was warm and sunny, well it was warm and sunny hours before.

I’m feeling very depressed and moved by the idea that animals do go to Heaven, maybe they’re happier now but I do know I’ll be reunited with them in Heaven during the Rapture. But for now, it’s a stormy day where I started reading up on animals in Heaven, my sorrow’s there.

One day the storm will stop, but I’m still waiting for the time that I’ll see animals in Heaven.

One of our dogs

One of our dogs, Naning, gets called ugly (same with the late Bighead who had a habit of eating cat faeces) but she’s also called Piggy, gets carried and made to stand up by my sister and Nana feeds her and her mother Sandra with sardines and rice everyday.

(She also feeds the cats the same way.) I will always miss our former dogs, who were there with us for a few years and I would like to see them in Heaven. God knows they’re happy in Heaven, playing and rolling around with Jesus there and I would like to see them again.

Maybe I will see them in my dreams, but for now we just have two cats and two dogs respectively.


There was a time in 2014 where I complained to Kuya Nexus about crazy dog owners sharing their beds with their dogs and I’d even call him up at midnight, even though ironically I’d come to share a bed with a dog at various points in my life. Kuya Nexus said that complaining can be a good thing if it helps you calm down then fine.

Then I talked to Cousin Nexus about the bias against black dogs, he said that it’s due to superstition that they’re overlooked, demonised and the like and there was a time in my life where I cursed a lot. But now I don’t do it anymore, I don’t rant about dog owners a lot anymore as my anger towards Ate Pia declined.

(Though the pain of her saying ‘I hate cats’ lingers.)


Nana said that she had a book where it went like this: the dog says arf arf, the cat says meow meow. I used to have Bighead whom my sister called him ‘depraved courtjester’, ‘ugly dog’ (my father also called him that) and ‘sad clown’ due to his habit of showing his genitals to people after moving them and my brother also called him ‘pinhead’.

(There was also a cat named Pickle who lived with us, which I wanted Pipo to be dead but I screwed up by putting alcohol on him so Pickle died in March 2017.)

His brother Ellen/Alien was called Procopio and Poopoopio, my brother called Emul Baby Brown, Baby Bear and Bear Cub and Snowy Milou and Polnareff after another character in another series outside of Tintin. They all died in a rapid succession within weeks and months, now I miss them terribly so.

Tidbits about my cats

There was this time I went to school seeing somebody bring her cat along with her, it was orange and Bondyang was alive and black-furred at the time. My father said that Bondyang’s got mixed Filipino blood or something, as she’s part Persian, part Siamese and had a habit of pooping on the table, was smelly and lazed around a lot.

She was limp whenever I hold her, I cried when she died even though my brother Luc didn’t like her and hit her whenever I got so affectionate with her. Then I got Cinnamon, who I treated her as a second Bondyang, Papa called her Twondyang and she left. Then we got kittens, then they died and I put one of them in a box when I got mad.

Then it died, we subsequently got four or five cats, a few died. Oreo was the the cat who survived or lived with us the longest from 2006 (for a while in 2010 he was the only cat around) to 2016 when he died, along with Orange who died in 2017, Pepper died in 2018 (she’s the one who pushed the pink plastic out of the table with her head and ate flowers) and Bula died, so I felt bad about losing them in hindsight.

For a long while in 2019, we had cats like Stinky, Pipo and Ai-Ai as well as three dogs like Snoopy, Marcie and Bighead. We only have two cats and two dogs now, the other left to live in other houses and one went limp.

We lost many dogs this year, so we’re with these two that Pascale’s affectionate with calling them cute, cheesecake and frog (one got called lizard by my brother), I feed one of them with bread and crackers.

As for the cats Stinky used to be in the habit of coming to our torsos, scratching, nedding and purring but now he’s in another house with another owner and Pipo was called Luc’s little brother. We got them as a kitten with Stinky’s late sister Tweety, both of them are black and white though I miss Tweety and I feel bad for losing her to distemper where she got checked to the vet.

And I miss having Stinky around, but I made a mistake and he left.

Marcy and Bighead again

I used to have a dog named Marcy, she got scratched in one eye by Bula (who was given to us as a kitten before in 2015). She’s the biggest puppy ever birthed by Biatch, who died in 2017. She was nice and friendly to us, she got beaten up by Luc that whenever he threatens her or us she immediately barks at him, even nearly biting him.

I called her many nicknames like Memole, Momo and Momita and so did my sisters, we lost her this year where she fell ill with distemper. She was healthy throughout 2019, until the time we got a pregnant Sandra given to us and Marcy got jealous whenever she wanted to care for the puppies herself. Now I miss her very dearly, enough to write about her.

(My sister called her at the time an underweight beluga, overweight dog and normal weight pig.)

As for her brother Bighead, he was called a pervert by my father due to his habit of showing his genitals to us moving them up and down, as well as humping on our legs and he mated with Sandra to produce puppies that we immediately lost, the one I mourn the most is Luna who’s black and cute.

He did clean himself like a cat, having been raised as one and I was affectionate with him after we lost many dogs in 2017, he often got beaten up by Snoopy and would hide away from him in what my brother calls his shack. I called him emperor, my brother calls him an incompetent emperor who can’t manage his burger restaurant.

Now he’s dead, I miss him very dearly enough to write about it in length.


After I ironed my clothes, I can’t help but miss our former pets a lot. I miss the times when my other dogs Snowy (also called Milou, Polnareff and lamb by my brother, Wolf by my father) and Emul (Baby Brown, Bear Cub by my brother, Baby Bear) played with each other, even though at times they fought.

I feel as if the photographs of our other dogs Woots and Ecru are missing, even though they might be found in Cubao somewhere in the films. I miss Marcy and Bighead, where Bighead would be called an incompetent emperor by my brother and Marcy protecting me from another.

We used to draw pictures based on them, Marcy grew skinnier and skinnier until she died and same with her father that I feel bad for losing many dogs in my life due to my defiance and rebelliousness towards God. Now they’re in Heaven playing with each other, I still mourn them a lot.

Pets in Cubao

As far as I know, my Lola did have cats in her house before one of them got blinded in one eye due to the glaring light and the other, an orange female named Kevina lost her kittens (so did one of my cats Bondyang, though Kuya Nexus took care of Okoy who got pregnant and both Ridges and Pepper successfully gave birth to kittens without abandoning them).

There was a cat whom I called him Mr Pig because he was so fat but many of the cats in Cubao are fat from eating dog food so. My cousin also had a dog named Saber, who’s the sister of one of our former dogs Ecru (which was tan like Sandra just as Woots is fluffy and black and white like Snoopy). He told me the story of the mother dog wars where the mothers fought for their puppies and why Odin has one eye because of it.

He and his mother thought that they were allergic to cats until they realised they’re allergic to dust so they got two cats named Sunken and Hagibis but one of them went missing so they’re left with one cat until Sunken died and given new cats from UP where they begat many kittens they’re donating to us.

My cousin still has 5 or 6 dogs, he lost many puppies as well with only one surviving puppy named Burbur whom he and his family take good care of.

Losing animals

We lost a lot of animals this year due to my stubbornness, defiance and mistakes where this year we lost Little White, Snowy, Emul, Snoopy, Bighead and Marcy as well as the puppies Giorno, Bobita, Weeta, Bixie and Luna. In 2017 we lost Biatch, Mushroom, Ellen, Jojo and Heino and we also lost cats like Bula, Tweety and Kikay.

The other cats that survived left the place and one of them lives in another house and is limp in one leg, so we’re left with only four pets around (two cats and two dogs respectively). I do feed the surviving dogs, but I do recall the times when Papa and I got the ticks from the then surviving puppies at the time and then we lost the two.

I also want another dog, but that’s not for now and only for later.