Kenji, December 6, 2009 – March 28, 2014
Common misconception about Rottweilers is that this breed is designed to kill. Many people fear rotties and think of them as monsters. We initially thought the same too, so we took one with us so it can guard our home. Little did we know that the puppy we took home would act like a puppy forever.
Rottweilers are intelligent, powerful, strong and agile dogs but ours was a big baby too. Kenji could sit, lay down, shake hands, shake the other hand, and high five on command but he acted like a big cuddly bear and demanded hugs and kisses from us. ‘KSP ka talaga, Kenji!’, my mom would always say to him.
As a puppy I always placed him on my lap, and even when he grew up to 40-kg he still kept trying to climb onto me while clumsily stepping on my toes. It was always painful for me whenever that happened. In his early years I snuck him up to my room a lot until his steps got heavier and we could no longer hide the sound of it from my parents. He was prohibited to go up to the second floor from then on. Or so we thought. In the last year that I was in Sydney I found out that he would go missing inside and outside the house. Apparently he would sneak up to the second floor and stay outside my room as if waiting for me to come home. Silly dog, you knew it would take a while.
Sometime when he was around 2 years old, we found out he’s not too fond of seeing other Rottweilers in the house. He scratched our black car when he saw a reflection of himself on it. Silly dog, can’t you tell that’s a reflection of yourself?
Last Monday I found out he was sick, and promised to myself that I would visit him when my semester ends in June. Today I found out Kenji passed away without waiting for me. Silly dog, I guess you were just too eager to play with all the tennis balls, bark at your own shadow and meet new friends.
Silly dog, I miss you so much and while it not easy for us to accept, I know you’re having a blast up there. Rest in peace, baby boy.
P.S. I’m sorry I didn’t get to find you a girlfriend, those bitches would have fought over your damn good looks! But who cares right? You didn’t have time for them, you were too busy enjoying and living your life.
P.P.S I know you’re really daddy’s dog and my bratty Shih-Tzu Bishi wouldn’t be happy if he hears this, but ever since you came home with us.. you’ve been my favourite. ♥