The house feels so empty without him.

I went home at 4am on a Saturday from a weekend booze and what made me bluer was the sight of his old, freaky-looking, spikey, squeaky toy right at the corner of my door. My friend picked him up this afternoon and after leading him to the backseat door of his new family, tears endlessly fell from my eyes.

He was like my shadow, he would not fail to accompany me to the restroom in the middle of the night. He would happily welcome me whenever I ring the doorbell. He even pees when he gets too excited. He likes munching on my socks whenever I put them on. He likes placing his snout right at my CPU blower and I'd kick him so he'd back off. He stands on two feet whenever I'm eating so he could take a glance at what I'm eating and he sticks out his tongue and gives me that look that says he wants some food, too. So I slip some chunk of rice underneath the dining table so he's be satisfied then he'd stand like a biped so he'd get some more. He steps on my face in the morning to wake me up for school. He snatches tissue paper from the trash can and munches on them whenever I forget to close the restroom's door. He hates it when I squeeze his button nose but he lets me because he knows I like it. He stays asleep until I wake up on lazy days. He immediately goes in front of a newly turned-on aircon so his hair would be blown in a backward direction just like a model dog. He lets me scratch his stomach and I bury my face into his smooth, perfectly-combed fur afterwards and tickle his stomach with my nose. He likes playing hide and seek and even though I hide in the same places, he still pretends he's had a hard time then tags right at me then makes a run for his turn to hide.

How can I give up something that is so proud when he's newly bathed? It's like he's boasting out "Hey, I smell good now, you can hug me some more"

But he peed on my Mom's favorite rag. He took a crap on the sofa. The maid was complaining.
He peed on Mom's favorite rag then on the sofa. Next, he chewed on the legs of our dining chairs. The maid complained some more.
He peed on Mom's favorite rag and again, in the sofa. He chewed some more wood. The chair is almost chipping off a whole segment of its four legs. The maid was furious.

I had to give him away.

Mom saw me crying she told me that she doesn't want to see me this way. She said I could get him back.

Too late. Can I still save myself from eternal sorrow? Being away from my beloved precious ASHTON? :(

-Tinay 4:18 AM |