i dreamt that Stary died one day... and at first i was just stunned. i mean, maybe time fast forward-ed itself or smth because i had Stary since she was 3 months old 4 years ago and... the average lifespan of a dog is 12 - 18 years?

anyway, the next day i woke up (still in my dream), i realised that Stary was gone forever and started crying like the round world deflated and became a flat piece of paper.

THATS when i realised that i didn't treat Stary as good as i should, but i didn't neglect or abuse her either. then, for i dunno what reason, Stary was allowed to live for another 24 more hours, 1 day.

1 day... i had 1 day to love her once more. so that 1 day, i spent ALL my time with her. i wanted to wholeheartedly love her and let her have a memory of good times before she went. i brought her to park, bathed her, fed her, did EVERYTHING for her, everything she wanted. it was mostly all normal stuff.

so when night nears, i couldn't evade the fact that she was going to go... i was hell devastated but i couldn't show it to Stary. so we slept together...

and i woke up (not in my dream anymore). i looked around and was like *stares at pillow for 2 sec, starts crying uncontrollably*

i start to realise that i didn't spend enough time with her. i seldom brought her out for walks or to parks. but i DO pet her and praise her when i come home from sch for at least 30 mins. but i still didn't do enough for her. what if she dies one day? we, humans live longer than dogs. she will have to go one day and i don't want her to live such an unhappy life.

she is my friend. my one and only friend that cannot be replaced. i do love her, i do, i do, i do! so i decided to treat her better. i'm gonna bring her for walks 5 times a week and bring her to parks and let her sleep with me even though my grandma will shout like an elephant stamped the house.

the same is to be said about my other friends, Bobbie and Beamer.

Bobbie is getting old soon... real soon. i don't want her to go without her having a sense of belonging to my house and without feeling love all her 12 years so far... shes so gentle and love-able.

and Beamer, he's just 1 year old... long way, but so frisky.

the adorable Bobbie

wide-eyed Beamer

Bobbie

these are my sweetest friends, friends that you can turn to when the world falls apart, friends that never backstab you, friends that listen to you. even though they can't talk back, they DO know what you're saying and they DO feel like humans.

i want to wake up everyday hearing the little yap of Stary, look at the pawprints Beamer made on the floor and having Bobbie gently nuzzle up to me. juz for now... let them live happily

I LOVE THEM TO TINY MICRO BITS!!