Thursday, October 6, 2011
A Letter To Chiki
Monday, 3rd October 2011 was the day. It was a good Monday morning, bright sky with fresh air. Birds were flying freely, like the world is theirs. Children were everywhere, going to school. And, it was the day you changed everything in me. It was the day you turned everything to plain and dark. It was the day when you ran away from home, when we had lost you. You didn’t come back home.
It was Tuesday when I received a call from my mother. She said you didn’t come back since yesterday. I was not at home, I know. I was about to go to work and I left home for five days but you were gone on my first day of outstation. You went out and didn’t come back. I was so nervous when I’ve been told you were not at home. I prayed to God to save your life and showed you way to go home if you’d lost.
I cannot stop myself from thinking about you. All that I am concerned of is you. I know when you left the house, you were not feeling well, sneezing and flu. I remembered the day I brought you to clinic on Sunday, and you had your medication. We were good at that time. I could see how comfort you were at that time. Your appetites were also good. But why you’re not home yet? Why you have to do this to your family, to us? Well, at least think of me!
I told myself to be calm again and again. At first, I believed I could see you again. I believed that you will come back to our sweet home. I believed that you will somehow remembered us and come back. But, you did not. You totally did not. Because it was Wednesday! And you still not at home yet! Where are you, sweetheart? Where are you?
I’ve been waiting and waiting and keep on waiting. Again, I tried to be calm. Again, I told myself to be calm and wait. Until today, I cannot wait anymore. I just can’t. I’m afraid of losing you, sweetheart. I cannot accept the fact and definitely I am not ready yet to accept this. Without realized, tears dropped on my cheeks. I began to cry hardly, thinking of you. All I did was crying until I my eyes feel the pain. I begged to God – “Please return it back you to me.” I missed you.
Thursday, 6th October 2011 – Late this evening, I found myself thinking about you again. I look at your picture and I cried. I cannot stop crying. Tears were falling like a river. And I began to cry again while looking at your picture. I prayed to God again, like I spoke to Him. “Please return it back to me. I want it to be back again.”
I hate the feeling of lost. The feeling when you’d lost something that you love the most and care of the most, something that it is part of your family. I hate this feeling. Please, sweetheart. Please come back home. If you’re a human, I would have post this on newspapers and magazines. But, you’re only a cat. A cat that I loved the most. A cat that would accompany me while I’m sleeping. A cat that would stay on my bed waiting for me every single night and morning. Please… Come back. I missed you so much.
I will keep on waiting, sweetheart. I hope to see you on my front door, calling me and stay with us. And I will always love you, sweetheart. Always will.
Lot's of Love,
Nadia
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