Terribly Missing my Four-Legged Friends... Tuesday, January 18

I wrote this as my Facebook status today:

Day 167 of life in Canada and I still struggle with not being in Korea. Thank you to a fan in Korea who went out of his way to send me pictures of my dog Pacquiao. I miss that four-legged boy so much.

This came about after someone sent me some pictures of Pacquiao. It hit me like a kick to the head to see the pictures of him not because there was anything wrong with him but because of having not seen him in so long. I got on Snickers' case about sending me pictures of our dogs, to the point that I was pretty much begging, but all I got were a few random shots of Pac and the others running around. No real clear shots. I haven't held Pac since the day I left Korea, over 5 months now, and everyday he was definitely my go-to for hugs, kisses and snuggles. 

Pacquiao was my friend, perhaps my best friend in Korea.

Whenever Snickers went out for his usual Saturday Sports Day it was my three four-legged friends who would keep me company. Pac would follow me around the club as if he were my shadow. Pyen Chi was really Snickers' dog, Balboa was Pyen Chi's and Pac was mine. He was the only holiday present Snickers had ever given me but it was more of less by default because K-Gere, Snickers' father, suddenly bailed on taking responsibility for him like he had promised. Pacquiaos had become homeless and Snickers was without a Christmas gift at a Christmas party surrounded by my Flipside Fitness girls all asking him what he had prepared for me as a present. 

I'm slowly but surely adjusting to life here in Canada but it's hard.  It's harder than I imagined and harder than most people can fully understand.  Part of the struggle with adjusting to how things are so different here is learning to deal with Korea and all that I left behind -- the good, the bad and the ugly. The good that I left in Korea that has been one of my biggest struggle is not having any of my four-legged friends by my side.

Today I missed them so much and seeing pictures of Pacquiao stirred up a lot of emotions.  I miss him so much but a part of me honestly believes that I let him down.  I know he's not getting the love and attention from those there that I gave him.  I totally favored him and loved him so much.  He was good to me; I was good to him and now I'm not.  I'm here and he's there.