For Stalin | A Candle in the Wind.

When I first met him in 2006, it was love at first sight.

It was the same until his last breath. 

Stalin would've turned six today if he's still with us. And I would've thrown a simple party with cake and ice cream just like we used to do. But today I'm lighting a candle on his grave instead.

Happy Birthday, Stalin! 

We miss you so, so, much! 

But we love you much, much more!

Down the Long Road of Grief.

If you have a dog, you will most likely outlive it; to get a dog is to open yourself to profound joy and, prospectively, to equally profound sadness.

Stalin's personalized pendant.

The pendant that he used to wear with his collar is now tied to a silver chain... and hangs around my neck.

Our names at the back of the pendant.

It's exactly a month today since Stalin passed away, but until now everything feels surreal. Most days, I'd still wish that this is all just a bad dream. Something that would go away when I wake up in the morning.


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Stalin | Thanks for the Memories.

Don't despair too much if you see beautiful things destroyed, if you see them perish. Because the best things are always growing in secret. - Ben Okri

I'm still grieving, still writhing in pain. Although my sadness is not a fleeting moment, I am trying to cope up and move on. I am getting the strength from those five years of happy memories.

To my friends, fellow bloggers, and blog followers, thank you for seeing me through these trying times. Your words of support and encouragement are truly appreciated. Please bear with me as I try to get my groove back.

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Stalin, 2006 - 2012.

You put up a good fight. Until the very end, you were so brave, my little revolutionary. 

It's time to rest now. No more pain.

Good night, Stalin.

Mommy, Daddy, and Yue love you so much. You will be truly missed.

In loving memory of Stalin,

the bravest and smartest little furball, who

up to his very last second,

proved that he was worthy of his revolutionary name.

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