Hey sweet little thing, you’ll always be in our hearts. I am absolutely heartbroken to realize that I’ll not see you or be able to hold you again. You were much loved and cared for. So innocent and cute!
I am sorry you had to silently suffer for the last couple of days. I wish you could talk. I wish you didn’t go away so soon. Mum, dad, bro, PS, dai, me and tabby, all of us will miss you so so much. I wish I could hear you purr and watch you sleep.
I love you. You were and always be my baby. Kisses. Loads and loads of kisses. Rest in peace my precious one.
I don’t talk much about you..I don’t like to. You are sparsely present in my life. Not in essence and yet hovering in back of my mind. Like salt is to a dish we can say. When I think about it I realize that you..you were a novelty episode. Something I didn’t stumble across before. That I couldn’t relate to from past. And so you struck me like a bolt. There or not, you arouse a whole new dimension of emotions inside me: unprecedented, inexpressible and immensely fervent. Could I talk of you a little less? Sure. Could I think of you a little lesser? No. What’s to become of me? Now that I am tinted in your hues.
I can take the silence. I can accept the indifference. I can find reasons to smile in our long-lost escapades. I can be good on my own. I could make up false tales in my mind to not like you so much. I can take it all in humour. I could make an effort to be happy. And I could make myself believe, it was short, thus trifle. I can pretend to move past this and simultaneously list numerous reasons why it would do me good. I could truncate you under a grievous mistake or folly on my part. Belittle the very essence of our story. In distant future, may be, may be I could even delude myself to have forgotten you. But, after all of this done on my behalf, if one day you see me and tell me you love me, it would effusively break me apart. It would be the end of all my strength. I would live and die together in that moment. I fail to explain it better.