Our Losing World

     The last time I wrote you a letter was when we were falling apart. That tragic fall is nothing but a memory accompanied with strong energies called emotions. It wasn't gravity's fault... it was our own fault... and I can still recount my losing moment... that moment when I lose you.      It was a complete struggle to begin with. We let external forces ruin our rotating world of love and joy without knowing it. We were too busy revolving around each other's love that we didn't see their accelerating desire to destroy our world. They brought Armageddon into us. Our euthopian dream of "forever you and me" sunk down to where Atlantis is. Our strong walls were destroyed; our fortifications failed; and then "we" became inexistent. We were both wounded from our battle called "eternity". From there, we were disheartened to continue the fire that we made.      It seems so wrong that we ended up like pieces of trash. We became worthless and...
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The Love We Give: Remembering Snooky and Cookie

     These past few days meant a rollercoaster ride of emotions for us. We had to deal with celebrating birthdays and mourning for our furbabies' lives in between. Switching emotions was our routine for days and was never an easy ride for us to take.

Video call with Snooky the night
before her death.  
Cookie on dextrose
showing progress
the day before her
death. 
     All those sleepless nights with hopes set high weren't enough. We had the right amount of determination in saving such precious souls, but ended up losing them one at a time. We held on, but we lose grip. They gave up life and it's our turn to let go.

     Money can only do much. It can only prolong life, but can never buy a life. An inch of time acquired gave us opportunities to give our best effort in showing them our love and care. We hoped too much that each tiny progress made gave us relief. We prayed too much that each day passed by gave us comfort.

     I'm writing this with a heavy heart. It hurts me knowing we lost such precious souls. It hurts me even more knowing we did our best in saving them, but we weren't given the license to decide for their fate. You may say that I'm too dramatic for such puppies, but they're not just pets we spend time with... they're our family we share our love with.      
Cookie and Snooky loves sitting on their food bowl.
     Goodbye now, our little angels. Those were fights we fought until the end, but [obviously] we lost. You did your part and we did ours. Rest now, dear Snooky and Cookie. Daddy will surely miss you both. 

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