... a friend left me. Its always hard to put words to feelings, when I all really want to do is bury my face in the pillow and hopeto muffle my sobs. I can't imagine her not being there anymore.
I was only ten, when she was born. No one noticed, her mother was ageing, and her last two babies did not survive beyond the week. We thought it was smart to prepare for another tragic demise. But she fought quite the fight, and a week later we heard her mewl the first time. A white ball of fur, she staggered as I touched her tiny head. Another ten days later her eyes opened, and since then those eyes have never quit... until now. Fifteen years.
She has sashayed the neighbourhood with proud gait and undeniable grace. She has grown into our hearts. But the princess had favourites, she always preferred the company of gentlemen. She has always loved Dadu and Baba a little more than the rest of us. She would run to the door and wait for Baba to cuddle her every day when he came home from work. She would spend her days adoring Dadu, so much so that Thamma felt jealous. But then our princess grew old, something we thought, we hoped she had managed to avoid all these years. I suppose time catches up with everyone.
Tonight a friend left me. And tonight I lost a little part of me. Now only her memory remains.
I was only ten, when she was born. No one noticed, her mother was ageing, and her last two babies did not survive beyond the week. We thought it was smart to prepare for another tragic demise. But she fought quite the fight, and a week later we heard her mewl the first time. A white ball of fur, she staggered as I touched her tiny head. Another ten days later her eyes opened, and since then those eyes have never quit... until now. Fifteen years.
She has sashayed the neighbourhood with proud gait and undeniable grace. She has grown into our hearts. But the princess had favourites, she always preferred the company of gentlemen. She has always loved Dadu and Baba a little more than the rest of us. She would run to the door and wait for Baba to cuddle her every day when he came home from work. She would spend her days adoring Dadu, so much so that Thamma felt jealous. But then our princess grew old, something we thought, we hoped she had managed to avoid all these years. I suppose time catches up with everyone.
Tonight a friend left me. And tonight I lost a little part of me. Now only her memory remains.
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