29/03/2022
Saranghae, Fighter. It’s been one week and I may have cleaned everything I could get my hands on to cope without seeing your big eyes staring at me. I cried for three days straight knowing you are sending me Kpop songs that really describes our bond. You know me all too well. Looking through many pictures of you, discovering that you lived well, somehow made me feel that your life was not robbed from you. It was short but it was sweet and filled with only fondness from everyone. The other cats simply adored you, Fighter, and you bathed in love. (Even if you were also low-key mischievous and hated certain things like syrup and being groomed.) There’s no mama’s boy quite like you and you treated me like a mama cat more than you did Wyto. I miss your clingyness and how you thought I was the best bed in the world. Our relationship as mama and maknae is very cartoony when you would smell my coffee and I’ll say cats don’t drink coffee. Then we would fight over office space and I’d tell you to do my work for me and I’ll just be a cat. I miss your derp, the soft curves of your nose and the end of your tail. My heart still bursts with so much love for you and I know it will never stop. Thank you for shining your light upon me, my puting kuting. Your big flashlight eyes always communicated how curious you were about everything I was up to, yet they also expressed so much trust in me. If I rooted in myself the way you always did for me, I think I might change my life forever. Please keep cheering me on with Hwaiting energy. I’ll try my best in your loving memory. Fighting!
~Thank you, everyone, for your love and sympathy. Those who have been with us since last year rooting for us and helping us and being patient when my capacity to work was at a standstill, I cannot thank you enough. I had this crazy idea while grieving what if I stopped Petograpiya alltogether. Seeing these pictures of Fighter, however, I know I can’t. I’m in the process of uploading and getting ready to share so many memories of beautiful people and their pets. In the end, these memories really do extend our most precious experiences. Fighter and I proved that.
