I can clearly remember when this 20 days old furball came into my dull little life and turned it upside down. At first I was scared to touch you since you were too delicate but then I finally mustered enough courage to pick you up and for the first time you opened your tiny little eyes and looked at me and smiled. My world was complete. But last week, this very day, I picked you up once again and you looked at me and smiled and took your last breath. Exactly 7 days ago, I lost my kid. My world fell apart. You went and took me with you.
But wherever you are, I want you to come back because let's again start learning how to walk with all fours, how to demand things by making puppy eyes and how to just live. Because I have certainly not lived a day after you.