After Chester’s passing, I wanted to make a special photobook dedicated to him. A photobook that chronology his time with us, from his gotcha day in 2003 to his very last day with us in 2015. When I make this plan into motion, I knew this will be really my final goodbye… as in letting go. I’ll still love him and miss him no matter what.
Doing this photobook was a bittersweet process. Of course I cried while choosing and looking back at the thousands of photos, especially the last year. Do I have to re-live those last painful moments? Yes, I need to in order to grow up. I have toughen up a lot since then.
Without further ado, may I present you the photobook of my golden angel, Chester… just a sneak peak of the 80 pages album with nearly 600 photos.
A golden with a golden heart. I choose this photo as the front cover of the album. It’s one of my very favorites. It’s on the canvas too. This photo was taken few days after his birthday in 2013 using Samsung S3.
Happy Birthday, eongdong-i 내사랑 엉덩이! 💗
Chester would have been 13 years old today.
And the hardest part is… remembering the day he parted with us a day later… a year ago.
Can’t believe I didn’t blog for a month! Not that I don’t want to. My laptop nowadays a bit gilar-gilar (crazy) and I’ve been looking for a replacement. I don’t know to go for Dell (so underspec & wifi on/off problem for the model that suit my budget) or Acer (people complain chassis no good? izzit? good spec though). Any recommendation?
Okay, let’s come back to the real reason I write this post.
There’s this house in my neighborhood with several dogs. When I used to bring Chester for walks, we almost never went pass the house because it was d@mn scary. They don’t only bark, they slam at the fence (ya know how gangster slam at walls? that kinda feeling) and sometimes they can magically break free from the compound and come chase us. One of my last memories of taking Chester for walk were being chased by them. But because I decided to be brave that one fine day, I decided to chase them back. I ran towards them with Chester in tow and shouting in high-pitched voice. And just like that they fled. I knew it was dangerous but I gotta do it.
The past October had been full of sadness, rage and important lessons learned. The rage and lesson parts…
I will blog about it one day I’ve decided not to blog about it. Just so you know it has something to do with the vets at that animal hospital. I’ve come to terms with unfairness in life and the fact that I can’t bring Chester back. I believe in karma though.
I no longer cry like a mad lady but whenever I think about him, tears still form a little. At least, they no longer flow down my cheeks. I sleep better now. The recent Taiwan trip helped a lot.
This Sunday will mark 6 weeks since Chester’s passing. I no longer expect to see him in every corners of the house (a habit instill for the past 12 years). But sometimes I thought I heard his footsteps or breathing. If only I can hug him one more time… miss ya always, buddy.
Anyway, it’s good to back blogging. 🙂
p/s: Writing this made me cry again.
Note: Some photos and/or words in this post may be disturbing to you. Please skip this post if you don’t want to see it.
When I decided to cremate Chester’s remains, I’ve no idea what to do with his ashes. I spent quite some times asking opinion from friend and memorial service experts, Chinese tradition expert and also get ideas from the internet. Some keep the urn in the house, some spread the ashes on the road where they had their daily walks, some place the ashes in the soil and planted a tree or flowers, some scatter the ashes in the sea and some put the urn in a pet memorial park.
Initially, I plan to keep Chester’s urn in the house. Then I thought I would love to plant some flowers together with the ashes and spread some on our daily walking paths. My mom were against all this (Chinese tradition). The idea of scattering the ashes in the sea was in my mind too because I’ve only brought Chester to the sea once when he was quite young. He had one of the best day in the sea… he was a natural swimmer. I had wanted to bring him swimming either in the sea or swimming pool since that day and my dream never materialized.
Also, I read that it’s best to immerse the ashes in water so that he won’t be harmed by ghosts that wants to gain control of the ashes.
Finally, I made a decision. I knew what to do. I want to set him free.