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This past one week our entire blog has seen many pictures and posts on Fluffy. Nanny Nadzy has indeed missed him terribly and has written a lot about him. Imagine how much she has been thinking if she has written so much.
I, on the other hand have been dreading the week all along. I hated that Sunday. I did feel he would die that day. And since that day I was hating every day. I just wished this week would end soon. I was finding every day miserable. I still do.
Everyday, I would go to work, get busy, laugh, eat etc etc. I didn't let people see how much I was hurt. People at work made fun anyway. They can't really understand how we treat them as kids. So, I didn't even mind anything. I expect nothing of that sort so there is no reaction either.
Anyway, the moment I stepped into my house I plunged into a depression. I would look at different corners of the house where he sat or slept.The memories keep coming back. When I look at his pics, I end up crying. It might sound funny and ridiculous to many, but for me he was really like a little brother. I loved him just the way I would love a real human brother. He was just very special. And I miss him a lot. And I know Nadzy and Ammi miss him much more.
I really wanted the week to get over...but now that it's been 5 days, I still don't see any change. In fact, all this makes me fear about losing other things as well. So, it's just that...I need more time.
