My dog has passed last July, I’ve been busy keeping my mind off by focusing on my new job which keeps me away from home and family. I wanted to leave things behind and to move on with my life but part of me cries every time when I’m reminded that he’s gone and other people on my social media has been asking how’s my dog is doing. I don’t like to be reminded that he’s gone and believe he’s alive in my heart. I’m not very good about talking about love ones who passed away. So might as well show why and explain here. Most of the people who I’m close with knows why and don’t mention about it. I’ve found this lost stray cat that has been following me around and slip his way into my house. He doesn’t like my sister cat but tolerated him because he’s a guest. He doesn’t like anyone carrying or petting him but he seems comfortable around me and lets me pet him and carry. He prefers to sleep on my bed and helps me around the house. Like waking me up and remind me to eat and cleaning under my bed. He will go outside when I’m leaving for work and comes back when I return home. Hachiko is still alive in my memory and sometimes shows up in my dreams and begs me to take him for a walk and then disappear when I return home. I like to believe that he’s at peace.
