Her only dream was the roof. How I wish mine could be that simple. And though I have done my best to protect her like a baby, I couldn't beat her cunning ways of sneaking past me so she could go where she wants and whenever she wants it; no matter how bad the weather is and not even if my sister and I had just spent almost an hour grappling with her just to give her a bath and blow-dry her fur. She was the joy and the ultimate stinking master of the house.
I was in the office when I got a call from my cousin saying that my cat just died. Some people who haven't had pets couldn't understand why petowners cry when their pets die. The grief is no different to what you feel when you lose a person. I think of the times I hugged her when I was alone and scared. The times I played with her like a child again, and during those times when dough was short and I ate instant noodles just so I could buy her cat food because she wouldn't eat anything other than that.
She's has definitely gotten much farther than the roof and we miss her terribly--Sipao Tubby Elf.