It's funny watching how my owner cries. Almost as if she can feel my presence next to her. I am by her side. I promised her silently the day she brought me home that I'd never leave her side and I'm going to stick to my words. Keeping my promise hasn't ben easy. No. Not while I'm like this. Invisible to the eye. A mere spirit. Without so much as a breath in this world.
She senses me though, remembers how I looked at her with those big,soulful eyes, always pleading for a cuddle. I think she misses me now. And I miss her. I miss being alive.
It was a cold night when my Master found me. I prefer to call her Mom. She was,is, the only mother i've ever known. And she was the best. That very night when she took me home was also my first month into the world. She now tells people that the second last day of March is my birthday. I'm not one to argue with her. 30 March 2003 was indeed a day etched in both our memories. It was the day that we found each other. And also the day my whole life changed.
