After TWO years of driving my car, I finally located the “repeat” button on my player. Duh! *hehe*
After four years and four months I realised I’ve been praying for the wrong thing. Instead of worrying about him leaving me, He made me realise I should be more worried about Him ever leaving me. Now THAT would be the end of the world.
After fourteen years, you’re still there for me. To be the one completely honest with me.
After one month and a week, I still miss him following me around the house. Very much. Very painful.
After twenty-five years, one month and eighteen days, I’m still your little girl. And you’re still the one I think about when I need someone to soothe my pain.
After two months and twenty-two days, you still let me bunk in with you. I’m grateful.
After three years, one month and sixteen days, I’m still working to pay my debts and still clueless on what I REALLY want to do.
After four years and ten months, I’m still blogging using blogger.
After fourty-six hours since United Live, we were still doing the dance. Pfft.
*hehe*
After five months and twenty-two days, I’m still without a watch because I didn’t bring the watch to get a change of battery.
I wish he was still here to teman me. I saw the picture I took while we were waiting for the vet to operate on his ear. I close my eyes and I could imagine reaching my hand out to pet him on the head. I could still remember how his hair/fur feels. A little coarse on the outside and soft on the inside.
I’m scared I’d forget how it’s like to hear him snore, to see him “smile”, to give him a belly rub, to stroke his head, his big brown eyes, his wet nose, his rough paws when I ask for his “hand”, his bark, his mata sepet look, his sigh, the way he sits in the roast piglet position…etc.
I don’t want to forget.
I miss him.
I miss having him around me.
I miss having to look right and see him there lying down looking at me or sleeping.
I pray to God that where ever he is now and who is it that has him, please take care of him.
Please remember to clean his ears every alternate days.
Please remember to trim his nails so it won’t hurt when he walks.
Please remember to trim his bum hair so when he poops it won’t dirty his bum/tail.
Please remember to dry him properly after his bath because he’s a dog with a heavier BO.
Please love him even if he smells.
Please don’t harm him if he salivates all over when it’s raining or when there are fire crackers.
Please give him a towel to lie on because he likes to rub his face on the towel.
Please touch right at the tip of his nose lightly and say you love him because that’s what I usually do (and he’d be calm after that).
Please give him a light rub between the eyes and “forehead” because he likes that.
Please take him to the vet yearly for his heart worm jabs.
Please give him some antihistamine tablet or get it from the vet for his rashes, he’s got skin problems.
Above all, please do not abandon him if you feel weary of doing everything above.
Please do not throw him out of the house now that you’ve taken him. He’s not that young anymore.
His birthday is in November. He likes cakes with butter icing. He turns five this year.
If you ever want to set him free, please set him free in Green Street Homes – the second phase. I’d be really grateful.
Please love him as a part of your family because he was part of ours. We never saw him as a dog but as someone really precious.
Please.
