number four

where do i even begin.
you were our first. the favourite. my furry sister.
you kept me company during the times when i didnt go to school. n cuz i didnt go to school, i didnt have many friends then. and so i'd spend the whole day with you. you humoured me and my imaginary friends. and throughout the year(s) when #1,2,3 were in melb and i was the only child at home. you made me feel less alone.
you helped me get through burney's death. because i kept thinking 'at least it wasn't goldie'. and then through guy's.
i don't know if you felt neglected after the others came into our lives and you werent our only furry sister anymore and you got too old to join in their silly boisterous games.
but you were always the favourite. the smartest. the one who seemed to understand with a human mind.
you were supposed to live forever.

i told you not to die when i'm away.
well technically you didnt. i dont know if given the choice you'd have wanted to wait for me. i would like to think so but i just couldnt justify my selfish reasons knowing you would be suffering.

ok. cannot see alr.