A dog named Hitler

Our dog has been missing for two days now. I've already lost hope last night that he would eventually come back.

I am hoping he's in a better place now. Of course I am worried he might be some poor man's dinner, or some drunkard's pulutan. Last night I even had trouble sleeping and I attempted to look for him even it was two in the morning. I went home just in time before light broke out. I slept with tears on my pillow, and the rainy weather nursed me to sleep.

He was the only street type kind of dog that I cried for. I will always miss his company when I would smoke, drink and take solitary walks in the depths of the night. And in turn I would accompany him chasing cats I found cute, especially when he's not wearing a leash.

I will miss him, even if his name was Hitler. My late night companion.