It wasn't very early that morning of November 2, maybe around 5:30 or so. I got up and go out of the room... no one's awake, Paolo and Patrick's still in Pampanga and I know immediately it's raining... I need to pee so I started towards the steps downstairs. I could hear our puppy barking out loud through the living room just as I put my foot on the landing step. I paused for a second because I expected it was playing with his mother... All the lights were still out, except the one left on the kitchen.
The house is small, and laid out in a way that I could quickly check that the doors were locked so nobody was there. I saw the puppy barking non-stop... Once I realized he's looking up at my grandfather's framed picture right beside the rocking chair and I found the pup's mom was sleeping under the kitchen counter... oops!
Not so scary! I went back to my room and I just said to myself, "Well, I guess it was his spirit stopping by looking for me, maybe because I wasn't able to visit him in the cemetery that day of November 1 and why I only put his picture there in the living room and lit up with candles the whole day. By the way... my grandfather passed away 28 years ago.
I asked our maids if they heard the pup's noise that morning... no one else does!!!