The Love and Loyalty of Ice Ice and Enzo: A Journey of Gratefulness

When I first heard about the wave of thefts in our neighborhood, fear and worry crept into my heart. That’s when I decided to welcome a dog into my life—a decision that changed everything for me. My journey began with a gentle German Shepherd mix I named Ice Ice. Soon after, on December 2, 2009, we found Enzo in Divisoria and brought him home.

Enzo when he was still a puppy

Ice Ice and Enzo

Ice Ice was timid, yet there was a wisdom in his eyes that drew me in. He was frail, but his spirit was strong. I’ll never forget the moment our eyes met for the first time—his gaze seemed to plead with me, asking for a chance, for a home. In that instant, I knew he was meant to be my first pet.

Ice Ice proved his loyalty early on. Once, when someone barged near our home and confronted me, he found a way outside and stood protectively by my side. I felt so safe and loved in that moment.

Later, I realized Ice Ice needed a companion, so we searched for another dog. That’s when we found Enzo—a beautiful puppy who immediately captured our hearts. Everyone who saw him wanted to take him home, but I couldn’t let him go. He was ours.

Enzo was so young when we brought him home that his eyes hadn’t even fully opened. He needed milk and gentle care, as he should have still been with his mother. We did everything we could to nurture him.

Moreover, Ice Ice died when he was 4 years old. He was so sickly that he didn't make it.

What Enzo Gave Me All Those Years

Through every challenge and hardship, Enzo was there—quietly offering comfort and companionship. He was playful and wise, and his loyalty was unwavering. Even when I scolded him, he never fought back. He simply trusted that I would always return, no matter how far I traveled.

Enzo even saved my life once. A poisonous snake entered our home, and because he always slept near my head, he was the first to notice. He bravely fought off the snake, protecting me without hesitation.

In 2025, just three months before he passed away, Enzo wandered off and got lost overnight. My mother and I searched desperately for him. When we finally found him, he was exhausted and hungry, but alive. That experience taught me faith—I prayed so hard for his safe return, and somehow, he found his way back to us.

Even now, I get teary-eyed thinking about Enzo. My heart aches with missing him, but I am so deeply grateful for every moment we shared. We gave him all the love and care we could, and he gave us so much more in return. I truly believe that one day, I'll see Enzo again. Until then, I carry his memory with gratitude and love.

Note: There was one time when Ice Ice and Enzo escaped and they played outside. When I arrived home, I found them waiting for me outside, all lined up. I'm happy that they didn't wandered far away from home.