Farewell my Son

After I woke up this morning, I quickly check my son if he's still fine. I grab him and softly rub his back coz he really loves it! He didn't react like every time I did that to him, he was cold and stared at him for a few moments then I found out that he's not breathing anymore, my son is dead. I didn't make any reaction about it and when I told my mom she has even more shocking reactions than me. But the truth is I was just pretending that I still feel good after all. I don't know how to react that time, I want to cry but my mom was there so when she went off to school I took my son and carried him beside where there's a vacant lot where I can bury him. As I stare at my son I can't hold on my tears to fell down, then I suddenly grab him and went to my bedroom, there I let out all the feelings I have inside, I am grieving of his death like I was thinking that I'm just dreaming but it wasn't, it's for real. I maybe crazy ask God of this kind of favor but I asked Him to revive my son. There's nothing I can do everything had happened. A moment later I realized that why should I be sad of his death? I still remember the day when I talk to God "God, if it is my duty to take care of him then help me make it through" but if leaving me to be with You then I'll be very thankful of Your kindness, I always be. Right now, Survivor, the name of my kitten, my son, may have been gone to his rest but with those five days of a cute-happy memories that I had with him, it'll  be alive in my mind for a lifetime. Farewell Survivor, farewell my kitten, farewell my son, I LOVE YOU.

This was suppose to be posted afternoon of March 15, 2010.