Kiko-my childhood bearded collie

I lost Kiko on 10 Feb 2016. Third day of Chinese New Year. Every year, I would take Kiko to Tanjung Aru beach to walk the beach and watch the sunset with me. I will update him on what I have been up to over the past one year till I return again the following year for Chinese New Year.

He was knocked down by a car on the main road. The main house gate was open. It was pushed open by the other mongrel-Scooty as he knows how to push open the main gate. Our fault was not fastening the latch properly. Kiko died sometime early morning on 10/2/2016. Me and dad buried him in front of our house. When I saw a mop of black and white on the main road, I instantly prayed that it wasn't Kiko. Please let it not be Kiko. My worst fear came when it turned out it was Kiko. I cried hysterically. I could not hold back my crying and wailed. As if I had lost a dear family.

Today is 24/3/2016. It is one month and 15 days since you left us. I took your presence for granted, always thinking you will be there waiting by the chair buddy. Now that you are gone, there is no one to talk to anymore. No one to hear my stories by the beach.

Kiko, you will always be love and missed. May you roam and run freely in the gardens of heaven, catching butterflies and squirrels and other scurrying animals.

I miss you very much Kiko.