i see him lying on his bed, motionless.
only noticing the slight rise and fall of his chest when i concentrated hard.
"He's still breathing",my mind processes, and i would smile to myself.

it has been 3 days, but it seems like he has been down for a long time.
The little terror has been unbearably subdued.
he used to jump into action the moment he hears the rustling of food wrappers,
beg for a portion of whatever we were eating,
scratch our legs for a little of our time.
i miss watching him patrol the house,
waging his tail vigorously that his whole butt shook at the sight of the leash,
and just him staring at me intensely when i'm doing work.

rayray, get well soon.

well, he had to fall sick during this period of time.
all i can say is that..
i'm very tired!

ohh.
3 papers down!!!
:)