how am i going to watch TV when you're not right next to me on the couch, or anywhere in the TV room for that matter?
how am i going to use the home computer without having to carry you upstairs so that you could be next to me?
what am i going to do with the purple rug in my bedroom which you love so much?
how can i go into my room without anticipating you to bang on my door with all your strength just so i would let you in?
who's going to accompany me late at night when i cannot sleep?
who's going to lie at my feet and enjoy my music while i play the piano?
how am i going to look at your food bowl, knowing that you won't be eating from it again?
who's going to follow me around everywhere i go?
who do i hug when i'm down?
who's going to wait for me patiently at the front door whenever i go out?
and Co, how am i going to handle pulling into the driveway this friday, only to see the patch in the garden in which you are buried deep under, knowing that your tiny body is slowly rotting and degrading into the soil? how am i going to handle that, Co?
i don't want to go home. i was so excited last week but everything has changed now. the past few days have been nothing but gloomy. i'm sure many people think i'm crazy for being so devastated over a pet dog; but what do they know about the bond we had between us. 14 years. that's freaking long, Co. you are part of the family. i know the bible doesn't say anything about pet animals going to heaven, but it does tell us that there are animals in heaven... so i'd like to believe that i'll see you soon. nobody shall take that away from me.
i don't want to go home... but it'll be so unfair to mum, dad and Kiki as they are grieving too.
take care, Coco. i'm sure you're in a much happier place right now. we all love you!
Missing you with all my heart,
Swee Leen.
