Just heard a heart-shattering news.
BOXY passed away. Car accident. Internal bleeding.
I'm so terribly sad. He is just 6 years old, for my goodness sake. Just one of the afternoon walk around Pearlbank.
He was supposed to be the ring-bearer for a wedding due next month. How can it happen now? Mercilessly?
I never had a pet before. I never liked one. It is not even mine. But I am so attached to this white bundle of joy now.
The photo was taken last year, in NSW Australia. During winter. In our warm pyjamas. Before he moved to Singapore early this year.
Can't imagine going over to Pearlbank and finding that the house is empty. Boxy used to lick my knee and gleefully welcome me even before I step inside the house. Even when there's nobody there, I could just play with Boxy.
My noodle is getting cold. I can't eat.
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