In my dream, Molly was sitting on my lap and my left hand was patting on her body. Her eyes were different, they were sky blue. She looked at me, only making me pull her whiskers. I kissed her nose and played with her ears.
It was so vivid I didn't want to wake up.
When I opened my eyes this morning, I felt numb. My eyes were swollen, I must be crying my heart out. My pillow was almost wet, my hair was wet. My throat sores, I stared at the ceiling for an hour before reality struck hard.
I walked downstairs, I was still looking for her in the kitchen. And in the bathroom. And I looked outside. I saw the grave.
My precious Molly has gone.
Everytime I remember those times, her smell, her purr, the times she bit our legs playfully, the way she looked at me, I feel tears running down so rapid I thought I won't be able to stop. It's almost difficult to breathe.
You won't understand how I feel right now. Unless you have a Molly at home.
She's been with us for almost 9 years, stayed beside us, always making us happy, always being the comforting one.
I never had a younger sister. When I saw her nine years ago, she was about my palm size. She was an annoying little cat. But the blue eyes were so beautiful, the white fur was awesome. She was so warm. How could a creature so small be so annoyingly adorable?
Sayang, where are You?We took her to the vet yesterday morning. He said she was a miracle. No other cat of her age would survive this long. I told him that she has always been a miracle. She survived massive bleedings when she was a lot younger, she jumped from the window upstairs only to save her kitten, and she was a healthy and happy and loved cat for 9 years.
The truth is, Molly is our miracle. She binds our family together. She stayed at home for almost nine years. She's a part of us. She's family.
I thought I want to share few brilliant moments of Molly and the family. But it's so unfair, we have 9 years together, every single moment is brilliant. I wont do any justice to her.
I have been through breakups, demise of a parent, ups and downs, and the only one who never let me down is Molly.
The one thing that humans do and the animals won't is they let me down, they make me sad.
Animals make me feel happy. I feel instantly happy when I touch them. Molly makes me feel complete. She took my sadness away. I never had a younger sister. For years, I've been telling her stupid stories, sharing stupid remarks.
My feeling is indescribable. My heart now is so empty I have nothing to look forward to.
This loss is so hard for me,harder than every difficult times I have been through, everything put together.
Yesterday, I almost lost my soul. Molly has taken a significant part of me, a better part of me with her.
I was with her till the very end. She made sounds, I felt so scared I cannot look at her. I felt so scared I wanted to vomit.
She was still in her basket, in our car. I put my right hand on her head, I felt her shiver. She was struggling for her last breath. I squeezed her hand and I felt her squeeze back.
Then I feel nothing. She has stopped making the scary sounds. She was in her favourite sleeping position.
I squeezed her hand again. But she never squeezed back.
I felt numb, I cried so hard, I sobbed, I trembled. I knew she's gone, but I wanted to pretend that she's fallen asleep.
We buried her underneath a shady tree in our compound, in her favourite spot. She was still in her basket.
Allah Taala sahaja yang tahu betapa sedihnya hati bila kena tinggalkan sesuatu yang kita sayang sepenuh hati dalam tanah. Allah sahaja yang tahu.
In my memory, Molly was sleeping peacefully and I never wanted to disturb her.
I buried my heart with her. With the One who taught me to love, respect and protect animals. Lost love is still love. We dance with the memory, we live with it. Sayang, I love You forever.
I no longer feel like blogging. I am embarking a new journey tomorrow, I am taking her soul with me.
Sayang, you must be proud. I passed my SPM, I survived Abah's death, I graduated very well, I got a good job already. But then, who should I hug when I feel sad again?
When I kissed her head for the very last time, she smelled my favourite smell. She was almost warm. I was so scared thinking that I would never see her again.
This shall be my last post in nydablogs. I am closing my blog very soon.
Thank you all for the warm wishes and prayers. I feel stronger, I want to be as strong as Molly. Dear friends, I am perfectly fine, just give me some time. I know sooner or later I have to let her go. I am ready, I am just sad.
As if she was waiting for me to return from our vacation. As if she ate and drank well to survive only to be strong enough to see me home. As if she knew I would have wanted to be with her till the very end.Sayang, sleep well.I had fun blogging. I am sorry if you feel offended in any way.
ps, please treat animals with respect and love. Allah Taala akan balas semua perbuatan kita, InsyaAllah.
Bye all, take care.