Sunday

I skipped training today and stayed home. I used to resent the fact that I must spend at least some time at home on Sundays to take care of the dog. Now I wished that there is a dog for me to take care of. The house seems so empty without Toby and he was such a quiet dog. His presence is sorely missed. 

I saw the plate of chicken fingers my Tita fried before she left the house and it reminded me of last week when Toby gobbled down the whole plate before any of us realised that it was there. We were equal parts worried and amused because when it comes to food, Toby was really determined but he was slightly allergic to chicken. 

Writing about him in the past tense is really hard.