Dino

This is a tribute to my dog, Dino...

He was a smart and adorable dog, forever trotting around the house featuring his happy smile and joyful demeanor, sharing his cheeriness with everyone around him. His eyes sparkle with excitement every time a stranger walks past the house, and he'll jump into a fluff of pure elation, barking and bouncing around if it is another dog, who (no matter which dog it is) never fails to reply in equally exhilarated barks.

Poor Dino passed away in Feb, a week after I left Singapore.

Sighs. He's been with me since I was in sec2. Home will never be the same, without his barks and furballs.

I hope he's happy now.

Ah wells...Dr. Elisabeth Kübler-Ross says grief has 5 stages. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. People experience loss many times in their lives, but we don't seem to grieve any less each time it happens. I guess it's something we can't develop a tolerance to.

Maybe I'll progress to the sixth stage of grief: attempting to ressurect the dead dog. *mad scientist laughter* I've managed to obtain a sample of Dino's DNA, and will now inject it into some stem cells (no.. not plant-stem cells.. what were you thinking, xylem and phloem??) or a dog egg, and grow a new Dino! Wahaha...