29/03/2026
To some people, he’s “that loud, scary black dachshund.” The one they judge too quickly. The one they misunderstand.
But to me, he is everything.
Kidlat is loud, yes. Protective, yes. Stubborn and full of energy, definitely. And when he meets someone new, he has this funny little way of greeting them—he lightly snips at their shirt or pants. Not to bite, never to hurt, but because he gets so excited and doesn’t quite know what to do with all that energy.
That’s who he is.
What people don’t see is the heart behind that bark. The gentleness. The sensitivity. The quiet way he understands me without words.
He has never hurt me. Never turned on me. Instead, he listens, follows, trusts. Even in the middle of his little sniffari adventures, one “Come, Kidlat” and he comes running back. He waits patiently for his routines, lets me dress him up without a fuss, and stays right by my side like he knows he belongs there.
Because he does.
Kidlat didn’t come from a pet shop. He wasn’t bought. He was once unwanted. And yet, the moment I met him, he chose me. He ran straight into my arms and held on so tight, like he was asking, “Please take me with you.”
And I did.
That single moment changed my life.
He became my protector, my companion, my reason to get up on hard days. He senses things I can’t explain. He stands guard not because he’s “bad,” but because he loves deeply and knows his role in our little pack.
To every fur parent out there who has a misunderstood pet… I see you. I know how it feels when people judge them without knowing their story. But we know the truth, don’t we?
They are not “bad.”
They are loyal.
They are loving.
They are ours.
Kidlat, thank you for choosing me. Thank you for loving me the way you do. You are not just a dog. You are family. You are my heart outside my body.
I will always choose you, just like you chose me.
Mommy will always love you and Ulap.
Happy birthday, my precious boy
