Our dear Brush is dead.
I remember your first day here at home. We just transferred at this newly-built house after living in Pantok for
eighteen years. We were never allowed to have pets at the old house because the space was too small for all of us that we wouldn’t have enough room for a pet dog or a cat. So imagine how happy the three of us were when Mama and Papa decided to adopt one of Ninang Naida’s kittens. I found this picture of you the first day you came here. You were so terrified that you kept of running away from us and your tail would resemble a bottle brush whenever we tried holding you. After almost an hour of chasing and thinking of the perfect name for our first pet, you gave up, took a nap and we named you Brush. We knew you have a lot of character when we saw how this picture turned out. Look at how you placed your cheeks on one of your hands while you sleep. Mama said I sleep like that too when I was still a baby.
Mama recounted the last days you've had before you left. She said you never joined the other cats when they eat their meals. You've also had been very clingy because you spent most of your time cuddling anyone of us while we're watching TV or just reading a book or just sitting at our kubo. We are all aware that you had been really sick lately, not being your usual playful self. You’ve been like that before, but we never realized that this time it was the very worst until now.
Another theory that we had that made us all sad and touched at the same time is that you left because you do not want us to see you in that state; that you will soon leave us. You knew we couldn’t bear it, especially Mama.
We are not giving our hopes up. We know you are still out there, finding your way back. I know you are scared of firecrackers so I believe you would rush home come the 30th and the 31st.
But if you are really gone, I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for the eight fun years you’ve spent with us. Thank you for always sleeping beside me or beside my left foot especially on those nights when I feel sad or frustrated. I realized just now that you always know when to be there, like you felt how I am feeling and would come to comfort me in ways you know best.
We will always miss you, our dear Mommy Brush.
Love,
Bel

