It was a good three years you gave me. And I shall always treasure the moments we shared. The times you saw me through and the joy you brought me I shall surely not forget.
You know, you were the sweetest creature. Ever so mild tempered. In the face of illness and age, you remained good natured to the end. You were never impatient with me, but instead displayed tenacity in your will to survive. It was I who became disheartened as I saw you slowly wither with each passing day.
You were the cutest baby. And the most faithful companion to your brother. As you matured, I learned to appreciate the sharp chin and knowing eyes. You were good-looking :) Your fur was the delicate mix of brown with a tinge of grey. And that streak down the middle of your back was so reminiscent. Your parents would have been so proud of you.
As I gradually busied myself with the outside world, I thought you turned into a burden of mine. It was one more responsibility I had to cater for. Making sure you had clean food, fresh water, new bedding; perhaps my dad finally decided I was doing such a slipshod job he took the liberty to improve things on his own...But it was you accomodating me all along.
There's a space in this house that will always belong to you. That spot which now seems starkly empty. Perhaps it's the blinding white tiles that are creating a optical illusion, but somehow the lack in the place you occupied doesn't stop staring out at me. I wish I could have spent more years with you, but I guess we all move on sometime. And if your time now is no longer meant with me, you have all of my blessings on your next embark.
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