Frozen Time
The first time I saw you, you wouldn't leave me alone. You climbed into my hand and pretty much just sat there, staring at me. I pushed you away, thinking that maybe you were just curious, but no, you climbed back in and stayed there. And stared at me. Again I pushed, and again you came back, until I gave up and chose you.
The moment you entered your new home, everything changed. You refused to answer to my calls, and you pretty much acted like the little diva you are. You nipped me, and even though it didn't hurt, it sure seemed to me that you enjoyed tasting my fingers. You didn't have a name, because you refused to answer to any name that I attempted to give you. But hey, it was alright.
Sure, you thought my fingers were chow. And you acted like a right little princess. But hey, we worked something out, and we stuck to it, and it worked.
I saw you grow up, and I saw you grow old, and it broke my heart to see you struggle to do things you wouldn't have had any problem with when you were younger. It broke my heart to see you stagger out of your house and then fall, continuously fall, as you made your way towards me. You stopped going out, instead choosing to sleep the day away in your house.
You still ate, but grew thinner no matter what. To watch you growing thinner and thinner, till you were almost skeletal... I felt like I was watching you die. And in a way, I guess it was true.
I kept worrying that every day I saw you could be the last day that I watched you stagger out of that house of yours, swaying on trembling legs, to greet me every morning. I kept worrying that I would see your lifeless body lying there, cold, stiff, unresponsive.
And today, my worries came true.
Rest in peace, dear heart.
The moment you entered your new home, everything changed. You refused to answer to my calls, and you pretty much acted like the little diva you are. You nipped me, and even though it didn't hurt, it sure seemed to me that you enjoyed tasting my fingers. You didn't have a name, because you refused to answer to any name that I attempted to give you. But hey, it was alright.
Sure, you thought my fingers were chow. And you acted like a right little princess. But hey, we worked something out, and we stuck to it, and it worked.
I saw you grow up, and I saw you grow old, and it broke my heart to see you struggle to do things you wouldn't have had any problem with when you were younger. It broke my heart to see you stagger out of your house and then fall, continuously fall, as you made your way towards me. You stopped going out, instead choosing to sleep the day away in your house.
You still ate, but grew thinner no matter what. To watch you growing thinner and thinner, till you were almost skeletal... I felt like I was watching you die. And in a way, I guess it was true.
I kept worrying that every day I saw you could be the last day that I watched you stagger out of that house of yours, swaying on trembling legs, to greet me every morning. I kept worrying that I would see your lifeless body lying there, cold, stiff, unresponsive.
And today, my worries came true.
Rest in peace, dear heart.
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