'Sup

It feels like the beginning of a new chapter as I sit here and ponder where time has gone. I find the irresistible smell in the air with all the possibilities that a new season brings, together with the newness that surrounds it, hard to explain. I surely know very well the bitter-sweet feeling that spring in the air awakens in my mind as I recall those awful childhood memories of sadness transformed into despair. Almost four decades have gone missing since that dark day, and yet, it is so vividly stamped in my memory for ever.

As I took Sup to the vet today, I knew she had nothing but bad news for my pup, and that sweet spring smell grabbed me once more to transport me back in time. I can't compare the loss of one and the loss of the other, but they both saddened me to the core. Feelings are different from emotions because they have the added element of our own senses embedded into the emotion, our own thoughts, familial surroundings, culture. As I look at Sup stretched in her bed, still trying to welcome me when I get home, half way wagging her cute little tail, it makes me realize she has had a good dog's life. I wish I have had it as easy as her sometimes, as she has been superbly spoiled by me. Looking back, I have no regrets about the way she lived in my company. So many times I wished we could switch places with one another, but she refused. We will continue with her medication until the end because I do believe in miracles, and I believe that God could grant my pup a little more time on Earth, and disregarding all the opinions about pets not going to heaven, I still believe I will see 'Sup again somehow.