Goodbye Mèo

Thank for being with us for a while and please rest in peace 🐭

Back then, my sibling begged my parents to own a pet but in vain. I was also against her idea of petting some creatures in our small house, especially when she was downright lazy to clean up her own bedroom. However, last year things did change. I reconsidered.

“If I stayed home, she would feel less bored. So owning a pet would do her good, to some extent. Or maybe she’ll be even more serious when it comes to tidying up or something?”

That was all I thought. Then, I convinced my parents to allow her to keep a hamster as she wished. “Mèo” (Cat) was his name.

I don’t have much memories about Mèo actually. In fact, I don’t stay in my parents’ house quite often, so to him, I was completely a stranger. But I think he is cute and clean. And thanks to Mèo, my sister seemed more responsible and caring. Of course she is always thoughtful and considerate, but petting Mèo is even more demanding: cleaning up his “home”, bathtub, etc.

I don’t know since when our tiny bedroom became a storage for Mèo’s amenities. My sister spent a pretty sizeable proportion of her pocket money to invest in Mèo’s food and beverage (yep, he even drank special milk and lived a more luxious life then me and my family), ornaments for his cages, carriages for different occasions, stuff for rubbing his teeth, etc. In brief, Mèo helps improve my sister, both mentally and spiritually.

I’m always scared of all kinds of animals, even pets. But anyway, sometimes I can hold Mèo in my hands, yet it appeared rather scary for me. My mom’s facial expressions are always bright and gentle whenver she talked about or kept him in her hands, entirely different from when she looked at us 🤡 In other words, Mèo is like our family member and he is even more obedient and easy to talk to than my parents’ children.

And this is the picture of Mèo drawn by me:

My mom enjoys watching Mèo eating, and those moments I found my mom most gentle 🥹

On a cold day, he passed away. Once again, thank Mèo for being with us for a while, and please rest in peace. His death is like a reminder for me to treasure every single moment with beloved people by my side. Every time we meet can be our last time.

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