17th January 2009, a day to be remembered. Before 17th, I had one of the happiest days since June 2008. And on 17th, I had one of the saddest days since 2009 started off with fireworks in Gurney Drive. On 17th, I lost him, a companion for 16 years since I was in standard one.
He is strong. He fights, he tears at everything that challenges to destroy him. He never gives up even when he knows that his opponent is 20 times stronger than he is, he still fights until his opponent got scared of his fighting spirit and ran away; then he will stare at me, with a glimpse of pride in his brown eyes, soaking in blood.
I know now, that part of my fighting spirit comes from you. The mere memory of seeing you fight keeps me going on even when I know I am fighting a sure-lost war.
That day I wounded myself when I dug your grave, but I didn't feel any pronouncing physical pain. Your weeping when you were lying there, looking over to us kept on echoing in my head until this very day, and I know I will still remember it 10 years later. But I know you are free now, free from all those pain and anguish and weariness. I am happy for you. We all know that one day we will see our end ourselves, that's why I let you go by yourself. It's your own life, it's you who should decide when you shall go.
So you tramped silently in the dark those places that you'd been around, places where you used to sleep all the while. I was surprised how you acquired all those strength suddenly. And I know you did it in the middle of the night so that we don't see you whining in pain when you fell down from a two-flight stairs which you used to jump over without a fuss. You have lots and lots of pride, but it's us and the environment that you miss so much. So in the end you weep so that you can see us one last time.
After I buried you, I kept tracing back your steps around the house silently. And I am grateful that you have waited until I was back then only you left this place to find a better heaven of your own.
Rest in Peace, Lucky. 17th of January will be my lucky day from now on, and this day shall mark the day when your fighting spirit endures and lives on.
He is strong. He fights, he tears at everything that challenges to destroy him. He never gives up even when he knows that his opponent is 20 times stronger than he is, he still fights until his opponent got scared of his fighting spirit and ran away; then he will stare at me, with a glimpse of pride in his brown eyes, soaking in blood.
I know now, that part of my fighting spirit comes from you. The mere memory of seeing you fight keeps me going on even when I know I am fighting a sure-lost war.
That day I wounded myself when I dug your grave, but I didn't feel any pronouncing physical pain. Your weeping when you were lying there, looking over to us kept on echoing in my head until this very day, and I know I will still remember it 10 years later. But I know you are free now, free from all those pain and anguish and weariness. I am happy for you. We all know that one day we will see our end ourselves, that's why I let you go by yourself. It's your own life, it's you who should decide when you shall go.
So you tramped silently in the dark those places that you'd been around, places where you used to sleep all the while. I was surprised how you acquired all those strength suddenly. And I know you did it in the middle of the night so that we don't see you whining in pain when you fell down from a two-flight stairs which you used to jump over without a fuss. You have lots and lots of pride, but it's us and the environment that you miss so much. So in the end you weep so that you can see us one last time.
After I buried you, I kept tracing back your steps around the house silently. And I am grateful that you have waited until I was back then only you left this place to find a better heaven of your own.
Rest in Peace, Lucky. 17th of January will be my lucky day from now on, and this day shall mark the day when your fighting spirit endures and lives on.
One of those days in 2007, when you laid still on the grass, having fun on your own.
R.I.P., Lucky.
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