29/3/2025
My shift for today has ended at 12.47 am. I go inside my car and start feeling sad. As I drove, my sadness grew. I was normal when I was at work. I greeted and I smiled. I laughed and was cheerful. But as I ended my shift, all the sorrow of losing started. I stopped momentarily before opening the gate when I arrived at my house. I was sobbing hard. Opie used to greet me in front of the house when he heard my car's engine. Opie always does that most days. And I always feel relieved, and my tiredness is gone when I see Opie. But now, as I am in front of my gate, knowing only lifeless Opie buried at the back of the house. No greeting, no big eye, no Opie. I was sobbing, and it hurt me so much to move the gate and drive my car inside the house, knowing Opie would never greet me ever again. Anymore. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not in this world.
Dear Opie, I will always miss your presence. Your comfort, your big eyes looking at me. Someday I'll be fine, but just not tonight. I grieve for you. I grieve for myself. For losing you. For now, I am weak. This morning, the world was raining heavily, as it greeted your goodbye with heavy tears of the clouds. Gloomy, just like my heart. Cloudy, just like my world.
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