24 October 2013
I got it!
22 October 2013
Sutty, home sweet home
Departure
At brother's urging, I opened his door ever so quietely, and saw him lying in his front with his little body half wrapped with the Peter Rabbit blanket that mum once gave him (I remember how excited mum was when she bought that, for it was on the same day sometime in October 2011, when I suprised visited her... She showed it to me proudly along with some clothes she had bought for the then new born...).
I watched his sleep a while, his little body, his little head with so much hair, his tiny arms... He is so beautiful, as well as cute. He reminds me of the little me, the way he's so cunning and curious, and he reminds me of my brother, the way he looks and how he has a stubborn side (maybe that's me too...). I wanted to kiss him goodbye, to brush my hand through his soft hair again, but I let him sleep, and quietly closed the door behind me.
Will he look for me when he gets up, the way he's been looking for Kitty since she "left"? Though it's only been five days, it's as if we have become the best of friends, and he clings onto me almost every moment he is awake. I love how he reaches to grab my hand while we walk side by side, how he hugs my leg-- something i used to do with mum a lot... It's endearing to be wanted and sought after so much. every other sentence of babble there's a "su-su" (叔叔, meaning uncle). Apparently he points to my picture that's placed over my brothers computer, and he recognises me. He follows me wherever I go, even to the washroom or my bedroom and stands around while I try to work. He's such a happy child, and any little thing can send him laughing, roaring with laughter, and in turn major everyone else laugh.
I'll miss you little buddy...
Once downstairs, my sisterinlaw was already in the kitchen frying eggs and making breakfast. Moments later she handed me a egg and cheese sandwich for on the road. I was very touched. In those few moments, I felt that feeling I have been longing for for so long... A sense of belonging, a sense of family and care. Feelings and emotions I have long missed and longed for...
21 October 2013
Sleeplessness
I sleep, but I wake up three or four hours later. I don't think it's the jet lag, for during the day I can go about working and spending time with my little nephew. It's a guilty conscience, I believe, it's the knowledge that I have "blood on my hands", this "damned spot" that doesnt wash off...
It's the knowledge that I killed some creature I loved so much and who placed her trust and her wellbeing in me, in us. And at the same I think to myself, rationally speaking, it's a cat! Just a furry cat!
Kitty's bowl and toys have not been touched, the grass that was grown for her is now ripe to eat. As I was paacking yesterday, my brother asked if I wanted to take some of her things with me back to canada. "I have no need for them anymore now that Kitty's gone..." Another sad silence descended on us all. They have no intention of adopting another cat, at least not until the kid asks for one. It's too sad, my sister in law said. She sobbed while Kitty lay in my lap and slowly drifted away with her tongue half sticking out. " Too difficult to bear..."
And now I'm taking her toys from her to give to my other cat. Is that a cruel or ironic twist? It is not made easier when my nephew points to the food and water bowl at times and says "Kitty... Kitty?" He frowns and says "oh, oh..." when he does that .
Last night, the crematorium sent us a letter. Kitty was cremated officially on the night we brought her in. Too soon, especially according to my tradition of keeping the remains till an auspicious day, or at least till a week or two later. I now have the "duty" to include this in my annual letter to my mum/parents; she would be devastated, as she cared for that cat so much... Or maybe they are together now...
Merciful killing or guilty murderer?
I cannot help but think back that I authorised and paid for the needle to be put into her... How she struggled to crawl away when the first needle didn't take effect... How she looked at me with petrified eyes as she tried to crawl but her legs had gone limp... And then the vet gave her another shot, by which time she was on my lap... And another shot to make sure the job is really done. To make sure she's really asleep. Permanently asleep... It is exepriencjng this that I realise how really cruel and inhumane capital punishment is.
My karma bank has taken another large withdrawal... And again my conscience, my mind, my soul, my very being cannot sleep and am feeling so tortured by this "damned spot"...
Eve of departure
He means well, the intention I'd kind hearted and to my benefit. Just the words and sounds are received as concedending and lecturing, just my very stubborn and set mind is resisting the willingness to listen.
Why? Because you feel misunderstood, you feel judged and under attack, because you feel nobody can really know how you feel deep inside. That realisation can make me feel like I want to breakdown and cry. That realisation can make me long for mum and dad all the more...
I am so tired, so very very tired now.