i wanna write something about andie..
but im emotionally unstable, and thinking bout her could make me cry..
and when ive started crying, ill be crying for hours..
yesterday,
i tried cleaning up andie’s things..
one by one, they come, flashing in front of my eyes..

andie kasturi
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i saw her in her cage,
and i saw her sipping the water..
i saw her running around the living room,
meow-ing, so loudly, that i can still hear her..
and then, i saw her playing at the balcony..
where she poops on the floor..
and i sat there,
i started crying..i looked down, from my 4th floor balcony,
where i saw her lying on the ground..
breathless, scared, hurt…..dying..
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i walk to my room, weeping..
and as i lay on my bed, i saw andie sleeping, beside me..
i still feel her presence, eventho she’s no longer here..
i pictured here in my arms, and the way i put her to sleep..
she could sleep for hours,
and i loved watching her sleep..

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somehow..
i wish i had more time with her..
more time to love her..and let her know that i loved her..
but those 4days with her..
was the best 4days..
everyday, i was eager to go home,
i wanna see andie, i wonder what she’s doing..i wonder if andie is okay?
oh andiee..
i know, most ppl will never understand,
most ppl might laugh, or thinking its just a cat..
but to me..love is love..
and i loved andie, and losing her, like that, was the worst thing ever..
and it hurt me, it tores me to the ground, that i had just four days with her..
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3.05pm, 9th January 2010 *rest in peace andie*