Stay Strong

Today is not very pleasant for me.Just came home from the ANIMAL CLINIC in clementi, the one that’s just 5 stops away from the school. Maybe it’s because I’m feeling depress now, or perhaps its because I don’t know of any other ways to express my emotions. Perhaps writing it out will help.

My dog is going to have an operation on Friday. It might sounds ridiculous to others–to feel depressed over a pet. However, to those who have a pet, they will understand this. He’s there for me when I tear; he’s there for me when I throw a tantrum; he’s there for me when I need a listening ear. It all sounded so dramatic, but yeah, he’s there for me when I need someone to be there.

He’s only a dog, that’s what most people think. He can’t speak, but he communicates through his eyes. He won’t lie, his every movement are genuine. I love him, he’s part of my life. When I was having a fever and lying on my bed, he would come in to my room and check on me every now and then. when I was coming home late, he’s the only one awake, waiting for me on the doorstep.

There’s so much memories we’ve shared, please don’t let anything happen to him.

The vet says there’s a higher risk for him in the operation as he’s an old dog–14 years old. This is equivalent to human age of  90 years old. He went through a couple of blood test. Seeing the needle injected in to him makes my heart ache. The feeling that was so familiar, and yet awful. It is the same feeling I got when he went for a major operation last year. What word should I use? agony?

I don’t know, I’m feeling very vexed right now. Other than this, the vet also suspects that he has got a heart problem, which will add complications to the surgery.

I’m worried, but what’s the use? I just hope that everything will turn out fine and well.

Please stay strong, I’ll be there for you.

blessed

That young girl’s head was resting on her grandma’s chest. Both of them were sleeping. It does look a little unglamorous, but what caught my attention wasn’t this. It was her grandma.

I’ve been observing them for about five minutes since I’ve boarded the bus. Her grandma was trying to stay awake, in an attempt to prevent her granddaughter from slipping away from her arms. But I guessed she might be too tired. Even so, she forced open her eyes every few minutes to check on her granddaughter. Stroking her granddaughter’s hair, she closed her eyes again.

My grandma used to do that to me too. I remembered not having to worry about missing my stop when I sleep in bus. Because someone will always be there to wake me up. The not-so-smooth hand that ran through my hairs.

The memories are sweet. It has been a long time ever since I cuddle in to my grandma’s warmth and act like a child all over again. Maybe I should ask her out just to take bus together. It sounds funny and kind of idiotic. But it means a lot to me:)

My beloved grandma–who is always there when my mum make an attempt to scold me ; always there when my dad tries to cane me. And here she is, still there for me when I am confused and lost. I love you, grandma.

I realize that I might not have everything in life. but I sure have a little of everything. The small, tiny bits of everything which makes my life complete.