R.I.P Winnie

"I don’t need someone who is matured enough to stop my immaturity. What I need is someone who can ride on my immaturity and

maturely understands me."

This post is solely dedicated to my favorite feline in the world. Winnie.

I was in Maths class this morning when I received a message from Pip *my host mom, telling me that Winnie died. The first thing that went through my mind was sense of guilt. I felt so guilty that I kinda neglected Winnie because I was so busy with my studies. Right now, I can't believe I'm never gonna see those big yellow eyes, those furry grey coat anymore. I was also so dumb founded that I just stopped breathing for a few seconds. How could she be gone when I just patted her on the head this very morning telling her "goodbye" and she meowed in return. Is that really goodbye? I didn't think I was ready. I might have only spent half a year with this lovable cat, but she meant a lot to me. She's just like my first pet. And I will never, ever forget her.

I remember the first day I met her. I was fascinated by the fact of her size. She was unusually big and with such a cute face. I never really liked cats but Winnie proved me wrong. She listened to me rant about my stress and about my problems in life. She could sit there for hours just to listen to me and looking at me from time to time with those big eyes. She understand everything I said. I'm sure she does. When I left to go back to Malaysia that very night, she sat there by my feet, leaning against me with quite a sad expression. When it was time for me to go, she followed me to the door as if to tell me goodbye. Few weeks I spent back at home, and there was not a time that she didn't visit my room and sleep on my bed. My host mom told me that. I was so touched by the fact that Winnie actually missed me.

Winnie,

I hope you'll have a good life in Cat Heaven. Are the other cats there treating you alright? I'm sure with your cute face they will love you as soon as they see you. I know I do. I will miss you always. I'm glad that you won't have to suffer anything that you're suffering when you're alive, but that doesn't mean I'm glad to see you go. I wish we had more time. And the image of you going to the "toilet", I will never forget that. I'm sorry for spying on you. You were just so cute. I love you Winnie. R.I.P

XOXO,

Nathalie