My Beloved Chico

 Last Night’s Dream: My Beloved Chico

Last night, I dreamt of my cherished pet cat, Chico. She was not just a companion; she was my closest friend, a kindred spirit. Wherever she was, I was there by her side, a silent yet steadfast presence. We spent countless hours together, forging a bond that grew stronger since February. We would sleep side by side in the living room, gaze into each other’s eyes, bask under the warm sunlight, and relish the crisp, fresh air of dawn together. Our connection was profound, built on shared moments of quiet solace and mutual affection.

Chico was more than just a pet. To others, she might have been just another animal, but to me, she was so much more—a lifeline, a confidant. During my darkest hours of depression, it was Chico who brought light into my gloom. She was my healer, the gentle balm to my weary soul, a source of joy when my heart felt heavy. She was always there by my side, unwavering, patient, and loving. She never judged, never hurt, and never abandoned me. Her presence was my strength, a constant reminder that I was not alone, even in the most trying of times. She was incredibly affectionate, always eager to nuzzle close, her warmth a comfort I could always rely on.

But, after bringing four beautiful kittens into this world, Chico left us. She slipped away, leaving behind a void that words can scarcely capture. I lost my dearest friend, my companion in solitude. Her absence was a pain that lingered, an ache that no words could soothe.

Last night, I saw her again, in a dream that felt so real it almost hurt. Her once pristine fur was matted, tainted with dirt and specks of blood, and she appeared frail, barely able to move or even let out a gentle meow. I could feel her weakness, her struggle, and my heart ached for her. I tried to feed her, to comfort her, and after a while, I left her with a heavy heart. When I returned, she was transformed—her fur was clean, as if she had groomed herself meticulously. She seemed a little stronger, a glimmer of the Chico I knew and loved shining through.

I miss her, deeply and painfully. As I recount this, my eyes well up with tears, my heart heavy with longing. I can only hope that, someday, we will be reunited, even if just in another dream.







ILY, my kuih koci!
You will be missed <3



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