My cat died and I feel empty

Last Saturday, my cat disappeared and I never saw him again. At first, I did not think of it.  Not knowing that it would be his last day on earth. That morning, he slept on my bed like a baby.  I even checked on him if he was alright.  That afternoon, I was doing some catch-up with work when he came out from my room and saw him flinched from his long mid-afternoon sleep. That night, he never came back.  Usually, I would shake his cat food bottle to signal him to come home to his mother but to no avail, he never showed up.  I was a little worried as he always went home and being a house cat, he never wondered far from where I lived.

You see, he was born in my room.  I taught him how to use a litter box, and I taught him how to be sweet with Tawas, the other neighbor’s cat who loves to wonder by my home. Every time I would leave the house, he would always welcome me when I came back.  I was his mother.  I treated like my own.  To some, this might be trivial but not to me.  He was my world.  He was special. He knew when I was happy.  He knew when I was sick or down.  He knew me inside and out.

On Sunday, I went for a short errand.  When I came back, my landlord mentioned seeing a dead cat on the middle of the street that morning. He said he poked it. According to him, he did not recognize the cat.  I wished he told me earlier. I could have said my last good-bye and gave him a decent burial. Never saw again. He just never came back.

Never did I anticipate the pain of losing a pet that I cared for since birth.  He will be missed.  When I get a chance and find a carbon copy of my chubby, sweet, and endearing cat, I will adopt.

Rest in peace MEDYAS! I will always love you.

Love of Family

My friends and family are my support system. They tell me what I need to hear, not what I want to hear and they are there for me in the good and bad times. Without them I have no idea where I would be and I know that their love for me is what’s keeping my head above the water.
 

Kelly Clarkson

Help me interpret this quote? ;)

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Christmas Greetings from Jenny’s Serendipity Blog

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I cannot believe we have one more week to go and it is Christmas time.  Time flies indeed. This will be my first time after so many years that I will be spending my Christmas with family and also, this will be my first Christmas with Jenny’s Serendipity blog as well so this post is dedicated to my family, friends and to all my visitors and followers who have stopped by, commented, liked and followed my blog.

I wish everybody a “Merry Blessed Christmas!”

Wrote this special Christmas poem from me to you and a funny Christmas video for your entertainment.

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FAMILY JOYS

Christmas is filled with special joys

Time spent with love ones and to those closes to us

Gifts for the young and the old

Food so merry 

Talks of the past merriment’s

Contemplating our blessings from up above

Memories so dear we hold through our hearts

Joys of a family Christmas gathering

Family Reunion

Bichara Reunion

A Family Reunion is a time to reminisce the past, a time for fun, a time to rejoice, and a time to share old and new stories and lastly, make reconnections.

It is a time to get together in the faces all around us and find images of ourselves in hearts both new and old. A family reunion takes place on a specified day each year for the purpose of keeping an extended family closer together that strengthens the bond for family and reminds us of the gift of belonging. This is a chance to share our history. Also, it is a reason to celebrate our past and time to welcome our future as a family.

“One united family!”

A Father’s Love

A Father’s Love

A father is respected because
he gives his children leadership…
appreciated because
he gives his children care…
valued because
he gives his children time…
loved because
he gives his children the one thing
they treasure most – himself.

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Visiting the Past

Visiting the Past

This trip I made in the province is also a pilgrimage to visit family and acknowledged the past that shaped my existence.  Going back and walking through changed landscapes made me feel very nostalgic.  Since my grandmother’s death in 2000, the villa in Villa Conception remained empty for the most part.  When I entered, I can feel my childhood all over again.  Me playing with my siblings and cousins while my grandmother, parents, uncles and aunties are watching and laughing over us.  I felt like I traveled in time. The walk I made today will remind me of those I left in the past, those who often surface in my memories and those who still haunt my spirit.  One cannot go home again but one can touch basis with the past landscapes to better understand of who you become.  However, one cannot live in the past with all the pains, joys and sorrows since this can only create pain and regret.  But it is very important to accept the past and appreciate all the glories and memories that came along with it.  In return, this will help us be a better person and continue to shape our future.  Happy memories in that place!

I love you brother (Kuya)

Blessed is the servant who loves his brother
as much when he is sick and useless
as when he is well and can be of service to him.
And blessed is he who loves his brother
as well when he is a far off as when he is by his side,
and who would say nothing behind his back he might not, in love, say before his face.
-St Francis of Assisi

Source of Picture: Ali Zain Shah

Missing you

Mother;
your sweet voice haunts my mind.
I see your face in my dreams at night,
Your visit is always sweet and kind.
Although you are not with us at this time
I feel your energy; A warmth like sunshine.
I remember how you gave your motherly advice
And your casual conversation was always nice.
Sometimes I feel lost without being able to tell you
Hello or Goodbye.
I feel like there’s nothing left to do but cry.
But I know you would want me to stay strong
I dry my tears and fight to move on.
But still missing you;
Reality creeps in and I think of good times
We miss you but we have to go on with our lives;
I get lonely knowing we will forever be apart
But your memory lives on and will always be in our hearts.

Poem by LaTisha Gaylor

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

Miss you Mama and Papa!

Under the Camsur CWC Sun!

Enjoying my day with 3 of my nieces in Camsur Watersports Complex. Not too far away from my home, only about 20 minutes.  The prices are pretty reasonable, for P150 (about $5.00) one can go swimming in the complex. I tried wake-boarding last year but this time, opted out of it.  The kids just decided to go swimming instead.

Fun day with my fambam………..

Colour

If we would indicate an idea which, throughout the whole course of history, has ever more and more widely extended its empire, or which, more than any other, testifies to the much-contested and still more decidedly misunderstood perfectibility of the whole human race, it is that of establishing our common humanity — of striving to remove the barriers which prejudice and limited views of every kind have erected among men, and to treat all mankind, without reference to religion, nation, or color, as one fraternity, one great community, fitted for the attainment of one object, the unrestrained development of the physical powers. This is the ultimate and highest aim of society. 

WILHELM VON HUMBOLDT, Alexander von Humboldt’s Kosmos

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