Sunday, January 11, 2009
It has been three days since she's left, and I miss her terribly. You may think that I am being emo or dramatic but I don't give a damn about what you guys think. It just hurts so badly to think that she's now buried outside my house when exactly a week ago I was just playing with her. It hurts. It hurts so fucking bad that I really wish I could go back to a week ago. And cliche as it may sounds, but I'm constantly reminded of her everywhere I look. Her nursing bottle and milk powder; which now lie untouched in the kitchen. The spot where we placed her shoebox; Her favourite slippers on the porch , especially my bro's, as she would always crawl into it and fall asleep there. I also find myself walking unnecessarily to the door, as I used to when I peeked at her from behind the door every other hour to check on her. Man, I hate feeling this way, this empty feeling. I miss putting her on my lap, and to feel her tiny paws against my skin. It's so unfair that she has to go just like that when she's only bloody five weeks old!
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