Today is his 2nd birthday, and I’m not there with him. Last year this day, I let him run around the house, i took him to the playground and I walked him where ever he wanted to go. Because I love him.
This post is extremely overwhelming for me to write.
My love for this pretty soul is above and beyond any metric system could ever measure. He has brought much needed light and happiness into my life. For what he has been through, he truly deserves the best – ‘not applicable when he is naughty though’.
Despite not being able to pee through his penis, and he now wears a diaper for life. He is incredibly happy, energetic and definitely so much joy to be around with.
Owh, his sloppy kisses, how his tails wags from the east to the west when he sees me, how he follows me around the house just to be around me, how we nap together and then he gently wakes me up for his walk. How me manipulates me to share my food with him, i love how he comes upstairs to say hi and runs down because my dad forbids him on the second floor.
Now and then, he still stands in the garden a little longer, head lower – almost like saying a quiet prayer, eyes wide shut, still trying to pee through his penis. All I can do is to call out his name and tell him its ok – I still loved him anyway. My heart swells and I’m humbled, by this act, again and again.
Simply because it’s been 2 years, and he still tries.
That’s why he deserves nothing but the best. Many more years to come my, brown boy. Almost feel like i’m letting him down, knowing how happy I make him, yet i choose to be away from him.
Today i had a conference call with him, mom said when he heard my voice and he licked the phone.
There’s a ball in my throat and warm tears streamed down my cheeks.
I am truly blessed, and I miss him so much.