Loss.

I do not like this word at all. Everytime I think of losing things dear to me, I really can feel my heart aching. Sometimes in my heart, I quietly chant, "Dear God, please don't take this away from me. I love it so very very much. I promise to treasure it mroe from now on" But loss is just a part of our lives. We must learn to accept it and move on, no matter how hard it is.

I was patting my Moomoo just now, watching him curled up in his corner, snoozing peacefully until I sat down beside him- where he quickly awoke to acknowledge my presence and then lay down beside me, wanting me to scratch his tummy. I looked down at his furry little brown face and trusting eyes and suddenly, I'm so scared that I would one day not have my Moomoo with me anymore ):

Its a simple, passing thought like this that makes me determined to cherish all that I have now.

Today, my cat and I talked about me leaving for Sweden next year. Although I am excited for my exchange trip, I can't help feeling very sad that I will not get to be with my cat for half a year. Half a year is not a very long time, but it is not a short time either. I've never been apart from my cat for more than two weeks- the two weeks when he went to Taiwan for army stuffs.

I've thanked him umpteen times on this boring blog of mine, but I'll like to thank him again, for being the most thoughtful, understanding and sweetest boyfriend that anyone can ask for. For today alone, thank you for offering to send me home tmr so we can spend some time together, for the plans to go running with me in prep for 10k, for understanding that I need to study, for wanting to come to Sweden, and for always making me smile and laugh and happy (:

I love you, big orange cat! (: