Farewell Babu

A lot of people don't believe animals have souls. I choose not to believe so. One day, I'll see my pets in heaven. Heaven will be the real "Pets Wonderland".

On Sunday night/Monday morn, I lost Babu. My best friend, my child. Though Babu was a cat, he had made a difference in our family. Infact, he was family. There was never a day without his playful moments. When he was younger, he would climb our synthetic Christmas tree, just to be seen and gain attention from us in the hall.

Other times, he would hop around and ambush our feet. We do the same to him, like little children playing tag.He likes ambushing us on the couch -- his lazy chair.

Mom had a special relationship with him. He would sit right infront of her while she works on the Star Crossword puzzle at night. Mom made sure he had clean sand for his sanitary comfort. Babu grew pampered to such provisions. Mom cared for his abssessed left eye which he was found with. Though he hated the eye drops, he knew it would do him good. Sometimes, he would hide the bottle of eyedrops. His taste in meals upgraded from Ikan Kembong to Friskies. Occassionally I fed him Ikan Bilis, which he seemed to enjoy.

Quinton too had good times with him, though I can't recall the Kodak moments.

John and Babu were best friends. They would look forward to each other. Babu would spend late nights on his bed while he worked on his college projects in the wee hours of the morning. They played a lot and were looking forward to more after John's finals (which was the day after Babu had died).

We talked to Babu as if he was a real person. He would answer (which I'm sure made sense if we understood his language). Laughter always filled our home.

I remember those morning prayer moments when Babu would sit by my side on my bed. He would paw my lips, when I pray, as if asking me what I was doing. I would tell him, I'm talking to Jesus. When I play the guitar, he would sometimes run his paws down the strings mimicking my gestures.I would call him "sayang" while cuddling him.

If daddy was around today, I'm sure there'll be another set of eyes flooding the house with tears.

It's so difficult, it's so difficult losing something so precious.

I feel incomplete now. Monday night was a difficult one. I couldn't hold up yesterday morning before work. I can't stop thinking of him. I know my family is having it tough too.

I can't care less about work, my deadlines, and everything else, because it hurts. (Nevertheless, I'm responsible enough not leave my clients in a lurch). Where work is concerned, my heart isn't there. I care a lot more now about eternity. About taking care of God's gifts (animals, nature, etc); about connecting people with Christ. Because that's important. Everything else pales in comparison.

I wish more people will love animals in the same way my family does.

I hate people who hate animals. I hate people who don't give a sh*t about roadkill (and think it's ok to drive off after hitting one). I hate people who think its ok to kill cockroaches, rats and other pests (for goodness sake, use your freaking brains, they were also created). I hate people who lay abuses on animals and think it's ok.

I miss Babu.