Little Keshyy

We have a pet that is given to us by one of my mom's officemate. We use to play and mess around the house but she was now dead, just last Tuesday around 12 or 1 A.M. We all felt sad cause she stayed in us for just 2 months and we never knew that it was our last time to see her. I published this blog, just for her. And for the little Keshyy, this letter is for you...

Gone is the days where you can mess around and play with us

Gone is the days where you can jump over me and lick or bite whatever you want

Gone is the days, months and years to come

I don't want you at first cause you're so messy

You torn all papers you see, bite all you want, poop and pee anywhere, and waste the water I put on the plastic ware

But you made such change

Everyone cooperates to clean your poop or when its time for you to eat

Everyone bond when you want to play with us or when you're hurt

But gone is the days

I scold and shout at you sometimes but you still want to play with me

I once think that when you die everything would be fine

No torn papers, no one poop and pee anywhere and no mess

But I was wrong, really REALLY wrong

Cause I now learn how to be sad cause you're not around

How to care for you and to love you

But sadly and suddenly

Days, months and years to come is gone

It's now time for us to cry and put all the memories in our hearts

And never say good bye to the one who once taught us how to be patient in life and how to value things

And for you, Keshyy

Days that you live will never be gone in our hearts.

We love you and you will always be missed.