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πΏ Black, You Are Irreplaceable πΏ ||| π Baby, You Are Not Wandering π
You have a nice home. You have people who love you.
Thank God for letting me meet you in the dark, 17 years ago.
You guard our home π±, and afterwards, you made it to the table at 13.
Thank God, who didn't take you away at that time.
Even if the road to healing is hard, as long as you're here, it's worth it.
God has given us five more years, and then one noon, you still collapsed...
You whimpered in therapy because of the pain until Daddy came and told you, "Daddy's here."
You shed tears, and you don't scream anymore.
The neck suddenly stiffened, the doctor told me there was no point in rescuing him.
"I'm gonna take you home," I said, holding you, listening to your faint breath, carrying you back inside.
Playing children's songs to put you to bed at night past three.
I can't bear to see you continue to suffer, so I whisper in your ear, "Mom loves you. If it's too painful, too hard to go, next life, find mom!"
Baby held on for a while.
On October 10th at 4:08, you left anyway, went to the dog star πΎ.
After the cremation, I found out during the ceremony that day was the day to bring you home.
Now you've been called back by the dog, back to your world πΎ.
Black black, my black black, may you be happy and well on your dog's planet.
No more wandering, no more suffering π.
My black black, I will miss you forever.
Your company was the warmest time of my life.
Baby, I picked you up when you were over a year old.
You'd be 18 by now β¨.
May you have no worries on your dog πΎ.
If there is a next life, you must come to mother πΏ. π π π π π π π π π π π π