
19 May 2006
A Heartbreaking Saturday
It’s almost ten. I was happy to be home. I went up to my room to change. My sister came in. With a hesitant heart and teary eyes she told the sad news: My cat, Musang, died. In a split second, tears welled in my eyes and ran unstoppable. How could that be?
Musang has been with me for almost three years. I only get to see her during weekends when I go home. She’s been the apple of my eye, my living toy. She’s an effective stress reliever—watching her play around or sleep peacefully. Huh. Now, I won’t be seeing my Musang anymore. It hurts pretty bad.
She looks very much like the cat in the painting.