after all, i was wrong: endings keep on coming. this time it was his turn and no easier sorrow. he will remain with us, under the fig tree (his favourite). the pillow-pouf which he wore ad nauseam for rest and dreams won't have much use for now. and even if a new friend comes along, to heal the sad emptyness that he left behind, things will be strange for a while. but every day a little bit better. or so i hope.

old in age but puppy at heart, cuddles forever.



(2000-2009)