We lost Furby today.
A dog that has brought so much happiness into our lives;
A dog that is always cheerful unless there are thunderstorms;
A dog that has accompanied us through major moments;
A dog that has left his messy paw-prints in our hearts;
A dog that we consider the baby of the family;
A dog that dislike other dogs;
A dog that I ran over with a car and survived;
A dog that is unafraid of injections;
A dog that helms the fort when we are not at home;
A dog that is the epitome of focus and unwavering single-mindedness;
A dog that taught us how to be kind and caring;
An adorable, handsome, greedy, sleepy, brave dog.
I wish Furby knows how to open doors;
I wish Furby knows how to go downstairs and bring up a cup of water;
I wish Furby knows how to switch on the heater;
I wish Furby knows how to drive a car;
I wish Furby knows how to cook maggie mee;
I wish Furby can tell us how he feels sometimes;
I wish Furby knows that we all miss him;
I wish Furby don't blame us for letting him go before his time;
I wish Furby didn't have to suffer and feel pain;
I wish I know why he struggled to stand up and look at us while we said our goodbyes;
I wish that he didn't feel abandoned when we left;
I wish he could have a bit more time with us...
I wish...
