puteh, after 17 months gone

some people, were meant to be taken away from your life,
is so that you will live your life better.
and not just people.
others too.

after you died, puteh,
along now have another four crazy bunch of furballs,
to be taken care of.
but none of them is the same you.
and they were treated way better than you were.
loved way much than you were.

still, no one can be you.
can replace you.

sometimes on some random nights,
along dreams of you.
of you sitting on a high bed,
looking at me,
and it seems like you're happy at where you are now.

i hope i treated you well my stray boy.
the one who walked into my house with fleas.
the one who can't wait more than a second to have his bottle of milk.
of the one who cares the most of ruby when all she does is bullying you.

and the one who until his very last breath,
had never send me that much of worry, pain, or sadness.
just because, you were born, raised just to share those moment with us.
and leave cause you don't want to see me crying any more than the day you went away.
forever.

thank you for letting me love you, puteh.
i have never stop wishing to meet you again, some other fortunate day.