My only off day of the week, and the afternoon was spent at The Chau’s because I miss J so much. It was really nice to see J running towards me licking me all over when I reached. Jon’s Mom said he seemed really happy to see me. :D

(A dog-ful entry ahead, and nothing more/less!)

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It’s my off day again, and it’s a busy one! Met up with Stacey Soulmate at Dover and we headed down to the Optometry Centre to be subjects for Eng Heng’s FYP! Yay to easy money heehee! :D Felt so happy meeting up with Stacey even though it wasn’t a proper date or anything like that. (:

Had lunch at Clementi’s Botak Jones because I was craving for the cheese mashed potatoes! It still taste as good, but I’m quite sad that the portion shrunk. ):

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A thank you to whoever that shared my sadness and sorrows for the death of Porsch on the previous entry. I really miss that little chap still, but I guess it’s time to move on. I hope he’s in somewhere better right now.

Met up with Emily on Tuesday, and I felt really bad because I received the call from Jerwin about Porsch’s accident just 5 minutes before I could meet Emily. So when she saw me, I was already tearing like an idiot, and she had to give me loads of tissue paper and watch me tear over the phone. ): I even shortened our meet up duration because I wanted to rush over to The Chau’s residence to see if everything’s okay. Sorry babe! Let’s have a proper meet up really soon again, alright?! :D

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I was supposed to meeting you this coming Saturday, hoping to run around the entire house like how you usually do. Hoping to see you running towards me when I enter the house, then you’d pee on my leg because you are so excited and can’t control your bladder. How you’d lie on Jerwin’s body, lazing through the minutes. Doing little tricks when you want the treats. How you made everyone smile

4 more days till you are 6 months old.

I hate that driver, that driver that knocked you down and drove away. Hate that driver who has no sense of responsibility to even stop and see what has happened. You’ve no idea how traumatized Jeremy would be looking at you get knocked now, how guilty he would feel because he was the one that brought you out. You’ve no idea how badly Jerwin cried when he called me to tell me that you were lying on the kitchen table bleeding. (Jerwin never cries. Not even when he broke his arm when he was a kid. Never.) You’ve no idea how Jon was looking forward to come back and teach you some tricks.

Everyone in the family’s crying for you, can you see and hear us baby? I’m crying as I’m typing this entry, and it sucks. I miss you Porsch.

If only I could still see you this Saturday.

I miss you little sweetheart. But I’ll never be able to hug you again.

I hope that driver burns and die in hell.