Category: murmur

The weather today is very sunny, just a little windy. Tell Aben that today is a good day and I will help you bury you in the small garden where we often play.

After getting up and washing up briefly, he took Ah Ben's urn downstairs and first turned up the Sanskrit Heart Sutra that was played every day on the first floor. Then he walked out of the door, picked up a small shovel, and dug a small hole under each big tree in the small garden.

As if to comfort me in this way, the decision I made that day to take Him home to rest was the best option. At least He could pass away slowly in a safe and familiar home, leaning on me.

I don't know why I had such a dream, reliving the scene of farewell again, and it was in the worst hospital, parting in a cold iron cage. It was all so unforgettable.

For the sake of his selfish master, Ah Ben is forced to take so many different kinds of medicine and nutritional supplements every day, and is often given subcutaneous injections.

Although he is extremely reluctant, he will still cooperate a little, allowing me to feed him by hand each time, which only takes a second, and giving him the medicine in batches can be completed in less than a minute.

Just like every time I woke up, I first touched his head, scratched his chin, pinched his neck, stroked his torso, stroked his tail, pulled his little hand, and pressed the cute flesh-colored little bear. Finally, as usual, I buried my head in various parts that had always smelled good, took a few deep sips, and then kissed him, telling each other that it was about time to go out and move forward.