All right there, my lovely readers? So it's been rather eventful these recent days.

Last Thursday, I noticed that my little dog is being quiet these days since he's a loud barker, always, howling and barking at strangers, but today seems different.

Last Friday, my Aunt Karen and I went to a veterinarian with Cola to have a check up. The veterinarian assured us that she's fine and is not ill. But I wasn't completely convinced.

Saturday and Sunday came but nothing changed; he still looked so lifeless and unenthusiastic not like before.

Monday, just this week, was the worst day of my life.

Cola is dead.

I've been crying every night for two days, but to no avail, the guilt and sadness inside of me seems to won't vanish.

I have many regrets. I should've been there for him when he's calling me.

I wish I didn't ignore him because my attention is on my other dog, Cato.

Whenever I looked down on our floor, I see him running while Cato's chasing him.

Whenever I looked at his cage, I see him barking at me, calling me to pet him as well like what I'm doing on Cato. I'm just there, ignoring him.

And it's the worst decision ever. Worst.

If by any chance you have a pet, cherish your moments together. Play with him, pet him, walk with him. So that when he's time is over, you won't have regrets like I do. Because trust me, you won't like to feel it.

And one last thing,

You never realize how important someone is to you until they're gone. Forever.

I will never forget you, Cola. And I'm sorry. I love you, pal. Always do.

#ILoveYouCola

#Man'sBestfriend