"He walked in full-confidence, and when he claimed the area in front of the gate, he was sending the signals of ‘respect me for who I am’ and ‘this is my area! Buzz off!’. He would laid his big, muscled body in that position of a king, as if guarding the residents of the house. Upon hearing his name being called, he would raised his head and looked lazily at those who bear the voice, of those who love him dearly. On the eight year of his life, he was partially demented - sometimes forgetting to come home for a few days. But as where his heart is - was, he would eventually find the way home. Sometimes, he came home thinner than when he left, or having wounds in various parts of his body - the after-effects of claiming his proclaimed areas. He would come home to rest and be treated and nagged for his heroic actions. On the eight year of his life, he chose to forget to move away from his resting chamber (of the areas of the porch) which caused him a fatal accident. Two days after the incident, he created such a big difference to his family - by leaving them, only with the cherished memory he has had created with those who love him. The burial was witnessed in such silence and respect, and grief. He has lived his eight years in pride and have enjoyed many proud moments. May all are prolonged in his after-life." (in memory of our dearest Belang, died on the second day of the second month of year twenty-08 - may he rest in peace).
~~I won’t be seeing him anymore when I get home..Won’t be calling him for dinner anymore..Well, at least, I had the chance to see him in his last moments.~~
