October 29, 2024: 08:41

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Who knew it was going to be now?

Who knew it was going to be this year, of all years?

Who knew it was going to be this month, of all months?

Who knew it was going to be today, of all days?


That's I see you sleeping soundly, not whining nor tossing, calmly in your dreams.

That you warmth is cold to the touch.

That you tail doesn't wag, standing dead still.

And your chest never heaves through your noce-wet nose, sighing in relief that someone was by your side.


I'm a writer, who [has] described life across dimensions, into fantasy worlds, and beyond.

And yet I can't describe where you have gone, dear boy; where you have left your pain behind.

You, so lovingly, from the day I laid my selfish eyes on you, gave only fondness and gratitude.

You responded to my critiques with nothing but innocence, and taught me how to teach others with patience, even if I had forgotten to do so with you.


Until I forget, Toby, my dear chocolate l̶a̶b̶r̶a̶d̶o̶r̶ buddy, you will never be forgotten.


Who knew it was going to be today, fourteen days after your birth, upon the same moonlit night, eight years later, held by the person who loved you the most, peacefully after two years of hardship?


That you no longer sigh, because you are at peace.

That you no longer wag your tail, because everyone's who has met you knows how happy you are.

That you feel cold, because you gave all your warmth away.

That you sleep forever soundly, because you know you did enough.


You, who knew nothing of power or politics, simply showed love to everyone.

And in doing so, you are forgiven for all misdeeds, no matter how harsh.

Because your love will linger, your happiness will linger, you will linger, forevermore.


I ♥ Love ♥ You ❣

RIP Toby Zheng,
October 15, 2016 – October 29, 2024.

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