Leo, your sleeping corner

Gosh, I missed you soooo much last Friday.

I went out for a simple Friday session with my friend, and came home about half hour past midnight. I headed straight up to my room, only realized I need the wifi on. I walked down the stairs (as usual stomping my way down) and of course, the living hall was dark. I looked out the sliding window, I stopped awhile. Thinking of you, Leo. I was thinking...if you are there at your sleeping corner, you would be pushing the grills as if wanting to come into the house and stay with me. Or you will just try to attract attention. Before, I would pretend I didn't see you, so you will just stop making noises or hushes you to sleep. This time round, I couldn't pretend I didn't see you. You are really not around...

I went to switch on the wifi and headed up again. But I can't help to look back. I miss you. The poodle that is part of the family. We are family.

That night, I couldn't dream of you. Instead, I dreamt of the old man neighbour, we named him Woopeh. I dreamt that he was smiling, with much grace and told me he will leave here soon. Then he handed me a packet of chrysanthemum drink. I crossed my arms to my chest, signalling unwillingness to even have any conversation with him even if it is just a dream. I still hate him, but it surprises me that he appeared so friendly, in my dream. The next morning, I told mom that I missed you so much that night, and about the dream. I cried.

I said to mom, maybe Leo wants me to put the past behind. Leo wants me to forgive woopeh. Leo wants me to forget those unhappy things. Leo just want me to leave hatred and start afresh. Leo never forgets me, and care every single bit of my life. That's why Leo dedicated that dream, and reminds me...life goes on.

I did, Leo. Life goes on, but memories about you stays. Forever. And of all those happy days we had together, made this separation even more painful.

My friend gradually asked about you this afternoon. I said, Leo is dead. He was bitten to death.

I couldn't forget. I couldn't forgive. I'd still let tears comes uncontrollably, when I need to recall anything about you.

I'm sorry, Leo. I still haven't learn to think of you, and smile from within.