This is Minky a few days before we bid him goodbye, guiltily so, I must say. Starting from keeping him out of the house as much as possible these past months, we ended up with a bitter decision to “set him free” for good. I bet my sister was glad that she took these photos – our three-year-old Minky’s ultimate mementos. Well, I won’t say I wasn't glad either.
I still
miss having him around. In fact, I dreamed of him finding his way back home
last night. My sister says she had the same dream, too. And though my brother
doesn’t say anything – except for saying “bye bye, Minky!” before leaving the
house for work like what he used to –, I know he misses his only “bro” as well.
I just hope
Minky’s okay wherever he is. And that he knows I’m sorry for what I did.
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