Goodbye little one.

Time is Precious.

Spend it wisely.

Drifting Frenchie
Nov 4 · 2 min read

November 3rd, 2019. Lille, France.

Day 5. The autumnal weather is highly typical today — dark, grey and unpleasant. Holding on to my inspirational book, I observe the tiny bitty raindrops through the window. 5 small days, yet It feels like weeks have already passed. Time is distorted, It seems so distant now, as if part of a long and weird dream.

It was real though. As anger, pride and disgust recede, I find myself thinking about what is missing. The feelings and thoughts are messy, a rather unsettling realisation because my mind had been so clear for a week. I am also thinking back to what is was to be two on the other side of the world.

However, this line of questioning comes with a different mindset, emerges from another angle. I am not entirely sure I can take a proper step back, not yet. You can say out loud that you are healed, that your heart is mended from losing a city and a soul. But is it really? Maybe, maybe not. Time will tell for sure, all of this is part of a long healing process anyone has to face someday.

November 4th, 2019.

Day 6. Another day, another loss, another page. It is crazy how we get attached to small beings, life companions to whom we have to say goodbye when we least expected it. 15 years have already passed since the day this tiny and hyperactive fur-ball joined our home. As I see the car leaving the driveway to the clinic, I wonder whether this old pal of mine will be at peace and happy on the other side. The body can only take that much pain and loss of its vital functions, and it is our duty to make the best decisions for the ones we love when they are unable to act for themselves. After long months of suffering, it is high time we granted him some well-deserved peace.

Sad yet inevitable events like this remind you how precious life is, how lucky we are to be given such a long time on Earth compared to our smaller and lovely counterparts. I do not feel as much pain as I should, maybe because of everything that has already happened lately — who knows. The pain is there, lying in wait of the slightest weakness to take over my new found purpose. I will dearly miss my shaggy companion, yet I know this is all for the best.

I could not accompany you until the very end, so take these simple words as a tribute to our atypical and great friendship. Be at peace little buddy, you were loved and cherished all this years, we won’t forget you. Thank you.

Drifting Frenchie

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Instead of trying to make your life perfect, give yourself the freedom to make it an adventure, and go ever upward — D. Houston.

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