10 years ago, today, my beloved dog ko ko past away. He lived to an ripe old age of 16 years. It was difficult to go with him to the vet but we knew he would not stand the chance against the pain and cruelty of cancer.
We took him down to have his one last walk in the familiar neighbourhood. Then sat in the car of Bee Leng's uncle car, the man he was familiar with.
Reaching the vet, I was given a choice, to stay with him till his last breath or let the assistant bring him in. I decided to stay with him, remembering the advice of a good friend. The act was swift, the poison was deadly, silently deadly. He rest on my arm. I could not hold back my tear. The vet was kind enough to place a box of tissue for me to do my last rite for him - to cry, to express how much I miss him, and I would miss him. I took off his collar, something we could remember.
The many memories stayed while I left his body behind.
10 years ago, and the moment still etched there, not removed by times or covered by other memories.