Yesterday was the day I have lost a pet, a best friend and a brother as Disco passed away in his 8th year being with the family and 12th year of his entire life.
I spent my time crying all night, but now I think I’m ready to pour my heart out to write about how losing a cat who’s been with me in the past 8 years has affected me. No one told me it would be easy, and damn it was hard as hell.
I woke up with swollen eyes only to find out he’s no longer here to greet me and show his begging eyes for me to feed him. Thank God I’ve got Chiban, Disco’s offspring, who’s here for me to remind me that the death of Disco is not the end of everything.
Throughout the night, I have collected the pictures taken while he was here with the family only to reminisce the sad and happy days when we’ve been through everything together in the past few years.
And from those pictures, there’s one thing that I know of: I could do nothing but just be thankful for his existence. Through him, I’ve seen the transformation of me as well as his.