To my baby

The ardent dog haters certainly won't identify with this post. Please scroll down to the other posts.

Others will probably understand my state of mind very well.

Shomu is a small packet of happiness that I received this Monday. A cute little pekingese who promised me great times ahead. We fed him, played with him. Mom treated him like no less than a human child. We enjoyed every small thing he did. The way he jumped at the smell of cerelac or at the sight of his warm basket. The way he played after his meals. It was all a treat to our soul.

But he got sick within 3 days. Very sick. I cried all afternoon today losing any hopes to have him saved. I still don't know if he will live. Even the vet isn't sure. But one thing is certain. This episode has changed me forever.

Never before have I experienced the fear of losing someone so close to my heart. I can now understand why my dad couldn't sleep for 3 days when I was diagnosed with medical problems. I can guess what my uncle went through when his 2 month old child caught brain fever. I can actually measure the depth of pain that people feel when they are losing someone. The helplessness. The fear. The depression. I went through it the whole day today.

But I am beginning to see a ray of hope. Signs tell me that he will survive.

Baby you'll get well soon! We have a lot of memories to make.
I love you.