How read.cash and noise.cash Changed Me?
When I met new friends online, I always told them that I don't do random chats with random people. I'm not into those kind of things, I say. But, last April. I saw one of my friend's MyDay on Facebook about the BCH Flying to the moon. I got curious right away and ask her about it. And she told me everything about the BCH and how I can earn it. That's when she told me about this two amazing platform that changed my boring life instantly. Without a second thought, I created accounts on both platforms because I was so excited to try it. Honestly speaking, the main reason I was intrigued by this platforms is for the money I can earn. But little did I know, this two platforms will give me more than what I asked for.
***noise.cash & read.cash.***
Noise.cash gave me friends that I can count on when I need someone to talk to. Read.cash on the other hand gave me the confidence to speak my mind by creating articles like this.
***Now.. The earnings I get is just a bonus.***
Noise.cash and read.cash helped me boost my confidence.
On noise.cash. I've learned to talk to different kinds of people and have fun conversations with them, sharing thoughts about everything, mostly about life. Everyday I always have a good laugh talking to them because of the experiences they share with me. Let it be about their childhood memories or something that just happened to them recently. And there are times I talk to people who just want to share their problems and it feels good when you get to make them feel better after your conversation. But most of the time I get to talk with people with beautiful insights about life and how we should cherish it. These kind of people made my day almost everyday. Because there are times that I need some of those beautiful and kind words. It's not everyday you get to talk to people like these.
You're happy?? Share it on noise.cash. You're sad or angry?? Share it on noise.cash. And you'll be surprise by the number of people who will be there just to talk to you about how your day went and how are you feeling. And most of them will make you feel much better.
And as for read.cash. This platform made me realized a lot of things about myself. It helped me boost my confidence in writing using foreign language (English), and it also helps me practice my English. Read.cash also keeps my mind occupied by thoughts of "*what to write next*". Which by the way is a good thing. That way, stress won't be able to penetrate my mind and fill it with negative thoughts. Meaning, read.cash pushed away all the negativity I have in mind.
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Noise.cash and read.cash not only helped me a lot but it also changed my life and made me a better version of myself compare to what I am months ago.
*And that is how these two amazing platforms changed me. It changed me for the* ***BETTER.***
Hola!
Thank you for taking your time reading this. Let's just take a little break from the chapters of my life. Let's just put that one on hold for a moment. I just want to share my great experience here on read.cash and noise.cash because I really fell in love with these two. And I just felt the urge to share these things with you. But I promise to write more stories in the future.
For now, I just want to thank the creators of noise.cash and read.cash for creating such wonderful platforms! You guys rock! I can't imagine what my life now if I haven't heard about this. So, thank you so much!
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***THANK YOU!***
Unfulfilled Journey
As a kid. I'm pretty sure all of us knew what would we want to be when we grow up. Let it be a doctor, a policeman, a firefighter or even an astronaut. Our future was set in our innocent minds. Or should I say *"our dreams??"*
But what happens when you reached that point where you realized that it's not what you really want to be when you grow up?
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Year 2008 when I graduated high school. I was 15 at the time. The course that I have in mind upon going to college was anything that has to do with business not because I think I'm good at it but because I thought it's the easiest course I could get but ended up taking up ***Bachelor of Science in Nursing (BSN)***.
I have never ever see myself working in a hospital and caring for other people because I know that I am not capable of such thing. My older sister and brother graduated at the same profession so I thought maybe it wasn't that bad and I convinced my cousin to take the same course with me. So, Nursing it is.
The first semester was great. Made friends here and there, got so proud of myself for starting to do things I thought I couldn't do. Like passing exams with flying colours which by the way is very hard for someone like me to achieve. I'm not really a school type kind of a person and I am always a shy kid. So, these things are really a big achievement for me.
Second semester came and my cousin decided to shift to a different course (Hotel and Restaurant Management) because she felt that nursing isn't really for her, which is understandable because I am the only one who asks her to take the course, anyway. And I stayed because I'm starting to like it there. I became more challenged of the things we're learning and I am gaining more friends. So, I thought it's a win-win for me.
But then, Finals came. Surprisingly, I didn't feel any fear of failing because I knew that I've studied so hard for that examinations and there's no need for me to worry because I'm pretty sure that I'll pass it with high marks. Most especially, Anatomy and Physiology. My favorite subject! I'm just amazed of how our body organs actually works and what makes them work. So, I was pretty confident that I'll aced it.
Results came and I was right. I did pass my examinations with high marks except for one subject...
Anatomy and Physiology.
Yes. I have failed the only subject I worked so hard for. The only subject that keeps me interested and the only subject that keeps me going with this course. But I failed. Well, not actually failed-failed because I get to have another chance taking the exam again. *"Removal exam"* as what we called it. But still, I felt that I failed and that feeling made me doubt myself that maybe taking up this course really isn't for me. We're not rich and nursing course isn't that cheap. Every semester the tuition fee gets higher and higher and I thought that not only I am wasting my time but most especially I am wasting my parents' hard-earned money for nothing because I'm not a good student and never will be. That's how I look at myself. So, what I did was to take the Removal Exam, made sure I passed and then decided to shift to another course and follow my cousin. And my parents as being supportive as ever. Let me.
***Hotel and Restaurant Management (HRM).***
The second course I took up after nursing. Because it's a lot cheaper and I am with my cousin and it looks really easy. Just baking and cooking stuffs.
But, that's what I thought.
It wasn't long before I realized that managing a Hotel or Restaurant and cooking nor baking someday isn't my thing. I'm not good at those things. And I admit that. I find it really hard to learn the things you don't have the passion for.
So, after the first semester I switched to another course...again.
***Bachelor of Science in Information Technology (BSIT).***
Haven't thought much about taking this course. My mom just push me through it because practically, I'll have a good future when I get to finished this one because this kind of profession is in demand abroad. And I thought she had a point. Good profession plus good money is equals to a *GREAT FUTURE*.
And so, I thought. *"Why the hell not?"*
Well, everything's great. I'm loving the new environment, I'm loving my new found friends and I'm loving the course...finally!
I'm starting to gain that confidence again. So, I thought maybe this course is the one. This profession is for me. I just love it there.
But, my family had a crisis which resulted me dropping out of college.
This time, *for good*.
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I started looking for jobs. And ended up working as a Data Analyst somewhere near my house. It's a win-win situation for me. 15 minutes walk from our home, meaning, I don't have to think about the transportation expenses plus I love my working environment and all my colleagues are great. We were like a big family in that office. I love everything in that job! It's like I've found my interest again. That place turned out to be *my comfort zone*.
Almost six years had passed, I'm still happy working with the company that taught me so many things. But at the same time it got me thinking, *"Is this really the life I want?"* Yes, I am happy but I don't feel completely satisfied. It's like I want something else. And I ignored that thought for years.
*"I am happy but something in my life is missing..."*
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Then came my younger sister's graduation. College graduation. There I was as her name and photo flashed on the big screen at the center stage. And as I watched her walking in her graduation uniform, something in me just *clicked*.
Everything around me gets blurry.. But, the place where my sister was walking, I can see clearly. Except that it wasn't my sister who's walking, but *ME*.
I was daydreaming.. Dreaming about walking in my graduation uniform towards that center stage where I'll get my diploma from my professor's hand. And as I look at the audience, there was my family waving and cheering for me. That finally, I get to finished what I've started.
Suddenly, I woke up from that dream and then I realized what was missing. I got so happy for years that it got me blinded from thinking of what I really want which is finishing the first course I started a few years back.
***Nursing***.
I talked to my parents about it and the joy I saw in their eyes told me that I am definitely doing the right thing. I decided to leave my comfort zone and try again.
So nursing it is...*again*.
At first I find it really hard to adjust. From working to studying again. I was like, *"I'm already earning and I was able to help a little with the finances at home. Why do I have to go back studying?"* It was really hard for me at first, thinking I am back to being a burden again to my family. But I thought maybe I'll make my family the happiest if I'll pursue this one. That thought is what keeps me going through my decision.
Regarding to finding company. It wasn't really that hard. They are all nice! We just clicked right away. Most of them are a lot younger than me. 8-10 years younger but we all see each other as equals. I prefer them to see me as someone that isn't that old for them to be their friend. And that's what they did. They didn't call me "Ate", instead they call me by my nickname.
We became best friends ever since. They were like a brothers and sisters I never had. I just feel so good when I am with them.
We really enjoy each others company.
Everything's great. I feel like I can do this thing one more time. My classmates love me, my professors love me and even the doctors and nurses where we do our duties are so good to me. I even makes the top of the class every now and then and it felt like everyone is looking up to me. And that is such a great feeling!
*Until it's not.*
Last few months of the last semester, I felt so pressured. And my professors and classmates can't help but notice that as well. Even my clinical instructor and the Dean of our department decided to talked to me and asked me if I'm having any problems because they can't believe the sudden change they saw in me. They're not used to see me in that state. It's like I am losing interest about everything again.
*And I don't know why*. *I don't have any problems I just don't know why.*
I am a person who lacks on self-confidence. A person who doesn't believe in herself. That when things gets hard I'd rather run away than face it. I am a type of person that when I see something that I think I can't, instead of trying, I'll just decide not to do it. I am not proud of myself for being like that, though. But I just can't help it.
Then the pandemic happened. I finally had a reason to give up the profession I've been reaching since I graduated high school. I told myself that it's for the best. That maybe it's a sign. A sign that tells me that it is not really for me. I am not meant to be in that profession, that I'm not meant to be a *nurse*.
After I decided to leave that path again, I enjoyed doing a little business here and there. I learned a lot of new things and I am very thankful for that. I don't regret the decision I made a year and almost a half ago. If I'll have the chance to change things, I'm not going to because I feel like a complete different person now compare to who I was before. *A better one*. I am more confident now and I have faith in myself that whatever comes I know I can finally face it without any fear of failing.
But as time passes by, I could feel that emptiness in me again. I am looking for that something I've been keep on looking a few years back. This time I am pretty sure what it is and I am just looking for signs.
Then one morning I woke up from a dream where I'm with my former classmates, so I take it as a first sign but decided to just shook it off because it's a common sign. I saw another sign on my way home from the mall, a man wearing the same uniform we wear on one of our hospital duties but still shrugged and ignored the sign but then I talked to this one fellow noiser (noise.cash user) and made me realized something.
She asked me if I'm a nurse because she feels at ease and relax when talking to me. She's a nurse by the way. And that kind of compliment from someone who's already achieved something in life is REALLY encouraging. And in that moment, I knew. That is the sign I was looking for and...
*It's never too late to achieved your dreams.*
So, I decided to try again for the third time. Two efforts have already failed but perhaps the third will be successful. ***Third time's the charm*** they say.
Thank you to this wonderful person that made me realized that it wasn't too late for you to reach for your dream. To go back to that path and continue your...
*Unfulfilled Journey.*
Hi guys!
So, stay with me as I wait for another chapter of my life and put it into a story. Thank you for spending your precious time reading this chapter. I would love to share more with you in the near future.
I hope you won't give up on something no matter how hard it gets. There's always a way for you to achieve it. And always remember, *"Great things take time"*.
Thanks again and good luck!
A Hopeless Superhero
***"My greatest dream is to have a huge land where I can put all of the stray animals and give them unconditional love and care."***
When I was a kid, I always think of becoming a *"SUPERHERO"*. But not the typical superhero kids' wished to be.
As a kid, you were hoping to save the world and all the people in it, to make it a better place where people always love each other. A place where there is no bad and all is good, a place where there is no sad and all is happy. A kid wants to be everyone's superhero. Every humans' superhero.
https://www.google.com/search?q=kids+superheroes&client=ms-android-sprint-us&prmd=ivsn&sxsrf=ALeKk00WmGNE-nPwMhx-nS17PcgWOsuq0w:1620380641177&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjmnJKkpLfwAhUMyYsBHZfmCNMQ_AUoAXoECAIQAQ&biw=412&bih=670&dpr=3.5#imgrc=nq-WblKZcHArKM&imgdii=TiL4_1Zh-28a0M
Well, I was hoping the same thing. A better place, a happy place. But I as a kid think differently. I always thought humans don't need superheroes to save them, that they can always make the world a better place by not becoming one. I mean, if they're hungry they can just ask someone for food, if they're hurting, they can just go to hospitals and ask for treatment, what I'm trying to say is they can always get someone to help them just by asking them, just by simply telling them what they need. I mean they can make the world a better place just by helping each other.
But how about animals? Animals can't talk. Animals can't complain. Animals can't verbalize what they need to live happily without pain.
If they're hungry, they can't just ask someone for food. If they're hurting, they cannot just go to hospitals on their own and ask for treatment. And if they need shelter...Well, there's a shelter for them but what happens when no one adopts these poor creatures? They are forced to go to sleep...forever. How is that fair? How is that fair that they are forced to die because nobody wants them? It isn't fair. That is why as a kid I always wanted to be their superhero.
***The Animals Superhero***.
https://www.google.com/search?q=superwoman+with+a+dog&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwidqPj4pLfwAhUH6pQKHRrcDRsQ2-cCegQIABAC&oq=superwoman+with+a+dog&gs_lcp=ChJtb2JpbGUtZ3dzLXdpei1pbWcQAzoECCMQJzoHCCMQ6gIQJzoECAAQQzoHCAAQsQMQQzoFCAAQsQM6CAgAELEDEIMBOgIIAFCjkwFYwLQBYOa1AWgCcAB4AYABzQKIAa0SkgEIMTcuNC4wLjGYAQCgAQGwAQXAAQE&sclient=mobile-gws-wiz-img&ei=kwyVYN0Sh9TTBJq4t9gB&bih=670&biw=412&client=ms-android-sprint-us&prmd=ivn#imgrc=rs3mphjD4RawvM&imgdii=G6y41ULpfU6d3M
My greatest dream is to have a huge land where I can put all of the stray animals and give them unconditional love and care. Give them all the help they need. And give them a place where they can live happily and freely. Where there is no fear that anytime someone will hurt them. No fear that anytime, someone will put them to sleep and never wake up.
https://www.google.com/search?q=paradise+with+dogs+and+cats&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiz38CYprfwAhVFAaYKHZ43B3AQ2-cCegQIABAC&oq=paradise+with+dogs+and+cats&gs_lcp=ChJtb2JpbGUtZ3dzLXdpei1pbWcQAzoECCMQJzoGCAAQCBAeOgIIADoECAAQGFCtXljYe2DrgQFoAHAAeACAAXqIAboPkgEEMTUuNpgBAKABAcABAQ&sclient=mobile-gws-wiz-img&ei=4Q2VYPPqJsWCmAWe75yABw&bih=670&biw=412&client=ms-android-sprint-us&prmd=visn#imgrc=IAg-MQH2f3phtM&imgdii=9CI0K9HmzXzdkM
These poor creatures just want to be loved and have a place they can call *"home"*. And that's what I want to give and provide them.
But how?
Let me tell you a story.
In the Philippines, there was this kid who really has compassion for animals. Especially dogs and cats. She loves them so much that every dog and cat she sees, she always had the urge to pet them and make them feel loved even for a short period. She always feels the need to help these poor animals even in the simplest ways. The people around her know that, they know how much she gets easily attached to these animals around her even if it's not hers.
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In the early 2000's, the Philippines is known for eating dog meat even the R.A. 8485 was implemented in 1998. They raise and breed dogs just to eat them for *"pulutan"* (appetizer taken with alcohol) mostly.
https://www.google.com/search?q=ra+8485+animal+welfare+act+philippines&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwi4oK6-qrfwAhUNz4sBHRiqCSEQ2-cCegQIABAC&oq=ra+8485+animal+welfare+act+philippines&gs_lcp=ChJtb2JpbGUtZ3dzLXdpei1pbWcQAzIECCMQJ1AAWABgk8EDaABwAHgAgAFiiAFikgEBMZgBAMABAQ&sclient=mobile-gws-wiz-img&ei=YhKVYLjnLo2er7wPmNSmiAI&bih=670&biw=412&client=ms-android-sprint-us&prmd=insv&hl=en#imgrc=R6-IgPa4qXWR4M
https://www.google.com/search?q=alak+at+pulutan&client=ms-android-sprint-us&tbm=isch&prmd=ivmn&sxsrf=ALeKk02OrnEBuBInB8cYcAg2AltO25TL0Q:1620381634046&source=lnms&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjzjsr9p7fwAhWQHHAKHUGdDtgQ_AUIFSgB&biw=412&bih=670&dpr=3.5#imgrc=ll2_W1FJVVAsHM
Imagine the little kid, who was 7 years old at the time, living in that cruel world. Imagine the trauma and horror she was forced to face because she can't do anything to stop those cruelties because *SHE WAS JUST A KID* and nobody will listen to her.
Her cousins and friends will instantly warn her that there will be a dog slaughter nearby because they know how much this event will hurt the little kid's feelings. After all, she's the one that raised most of the dogs they slaughter. Raised them with so much love and care just to get them killed and eaten by those heartless people around her.
So, what the kid will do next is to lock herself in her room and cover her ears as much as she could just not hear those cries from the poor animals she raised. It pierced through her heart to hear them crying for help. Calling her for help. Images of how they get killed plays through her mind over and over again. She will cry her eyes out until she gets tired and falls asleep out of exhaustion. Mentally.
She didn't eat properly or play with her cousins weeks after the slaughter because she still feels guilty about not saving them, because she didn't protect them. The guilt she feels is just agonizing.
https://www.google.com/search?q=little+girl+covering+her+ears&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjmu_Pcq7fwAhUE0ZQKHSSyDgsQ2-cCegQIABAC&oq=little+girl+covering+her+ears&gs_lcp=ChJtb2JpbGUtZ3dzLXdpei1pbWcQAzICCAA6BwgjEOoCECc6BAgjECc6BAgAEEM6BwgAELEDEEM6BQgAELEDUN-kAliBzAJg180CaAJwAHgAgAF8iAGyFJIBBDI1LjSYAQCgAQGwAQXAAQE&sclient=mobile-gws-wiz-img&ei=rxOVYKaoD4Si0wSk5LpY&bih=670&biw=412&client=ms-android-sprint-us&prmd=ivn&hl=en#imgrc=HCkd08IRnHRenM
Another weeks had passed, a set of puppies came. After seeing them, her heart was full again. But she was hesitant to go near them at first, thinking that if she will love and care for them, someone will eventually take them away from her and there's nothing she can do about it. That thought broke her little heart to pieces.
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But the more she tried to stay away from them, the more she feels that she have to be with them. She thought that they deserved to be loved even if it meant to hurt them both in the end. So she continue to care for them with the idea that they are going to face the same faith as those who came first. She did this for years. Enduring the pain year after year.
Same with cats, they were killed just because they exist. And there are people don't want them exists. The kid witnessed all these cruelties against animals but none of it changed her mind about saving them someday from all the horrible people there is.
That kid, ***WAS ME***.
I grew up in a world where dogs and cats were slaughtered day after day. Hearing they're cries night after night. But that doesn't stop me from dreaming that one day I will be able to save each and every one of the strays and neglected animals there is.
Again... But how?
I don't have the resources and money to pursue this dream. I have tried taking some strays home in the past but it's not enough. I live in a place where keeping animals isn't safe. There are lots of kids roaming around the place and most of them are allergic to furs. I can't risk the kids and the animals well-being.
And I ended up thinking that maybe I'm still that little kid who can't protect these animals from our cruel world. That little kid who just lock herself in her room and doing nothing but cry.
If only I fixed my life sooner, maybe I am now happy with those animals I saved.
I lost my way in my early 20's. Not thinking of the future or how my life will be. Forgetting all the dreams I have when I was young. Living the life I thought was good. I am just **LOST**.
But now, seeing those poor animals in the street. Starving and hurting makes me want to beat myself to death. And I always ask myself, "Where is that little kid who promised and swore to herself that she will make the world a better place by saving these poor animals from hurting?"
And I realized, that I can't do this dream by myself. I need help. Help from people who has the same compassion THAT LITTLE KID has. A pure compassion for these poor creatures. Because without help I am just... ***A HOPELESS SUPERHERO***.
https://www.google.com/search?q=suoerman+tired&oq=suoerman+tired&aqs=chrome..69i57j0i13l2j0i22i30l2.3820j0j9&client=ms-android-sprint-us&sourceid=chrome-mobile&ie=UTF-8#imgrc=C-S58v5iPzlyTM
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***SPEAK UP FOR THOSE THAT CANNOT!***
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Fifi, My Little Angel
And God said, "I will send them without wings, so no one suspects they are ANGELS."
"If it weren't for her I ended up crazy for years now."
Fifi was born on the year 2012. We weren't expecting her because we didn't have any idea that our Yanyan (Pomeranian) was pregnant at that time. We didn't know our Doby (Chihuahua named after Harry Potter's Doby) sneaked into her cage and did his naughty plan.
We were just watching TV and we suddenly heard a squeaky noise coming from Yanyan's cage. We thought it was just a mice so we ignored it that night. The following morning we keep on hearing the squeaky sound. It became louder and longer, like a cry of a small animal of some kind. So, out of curiosity I finally checked it and to my surprise, I saw this tiny foot appeared under Yanyan's tail. And at that moment I am pretty sure that it's a puppy. I was so happy! WE ARE SO HAPPY. And we decided to call her Sophie/Fifi.
She was very tiny, the size of a palm. And those pink little paws and cute little nose.
It was love at first sight.
We decided to take Fifi away from Yanyan when she's already two months old because every time she gets excited she always accidentally stumps on Fifi. Fifi was still so small at that time and we're afraid that she'll get hurt and worst, die.
So as time passes by, she's becoming this very cute little Pomchi that always follows me wherever I go. She can't even sleep on her own, she always prefers to sleep in my bed with me on it. Sing her a lullaby while rocking her will put her to sleep instantly but every time I stand up to pee or drink water, she'll wake up and follow me around.
Fifi was a spoiled little brat. She's the boss of the house that even her mom and dad didn't try to go near her. I don't blame her though. She gets everything she wants ever since she was a puppy. All of our attention was on her. Not until Katniss came.
Katniss (Siamese Cat) was my brother's cat. He took her home one day and from that moment on, Sophie knew that Katniss will take the spotlight from her.
And she was right. She was threatened by Katniss and lost her crown as the Boss Man of the house.
They always fight. Bite here, a scratch there. That was their daily routine. But at the end of the day, they always find each other sleeping together in the same bed. I guess they found comfort and warmth in each other's side.
Fifi was so afraid of Katniss that she lets her eat her food first before she eats it, she even lets her sleep on our bed with us. Which by the way she never allow with her parents. She doesn't allow anyone goes near our bed even my brother and sisters. But she allowed Katniss without a second thought.
But even Katniss got her throne as the new Queen of the house. She will always be my little princess, my little angel.
Whenever I feel down or just tired she's always there to comfort me. I'm not the kind of person who tells people around me my problems because they always see me as a strong person and I want to stay that way even if it's not true. I'm not strong, I get scared too. So, when there are times that I feel all alone and scared. There she is. My little Sophie just staring at me like she's telling me that everything's going to be just fine and she'd always be there everytime I feel like giving up. If it weren't for her I ended up crazy for years now. If it weren't for her maybe I am not the person I am now. She saved me from losing myself. She saved me from ME. Just being there beside me makes everything better. Just looking at me with her little big eyes tells me everything will be alright, just by touching me with her cute little feet tells me that she's always been there by my side, just by booping me with her cute little nose tells me that I can get through it every day and every night, and by kissing me with that cute little mouth of hers, tells me tomorrow's day will be bright. She was my very bestfriend.
Yes, "was". Sophie crossed the rainbow bridge in May 2020 and I didn't get to say goodbye at the time because of the pandemic. Days before she passed away, my brother called me and said that Fifi won't live any longer. She doesn't eat nor walk anymore. So, I decided to call her via video call. I was trying so hard not to cry seeing her like that. She was just looking at the screen while I'm talking to her. Seeing her suffer like that makes my heart break into tiny little pieces and leaking love juice all over the place. That's when I decided to end the call. I can't see her like that.
The day after the call, my brother told me that Fifi suddenly walks and eats again but little did we know it is the last time she'll do those things. The night before she passed away, I talked to her in my mind telling her that she doesn't have to wait for me to come back and see her, that if she's in so much pain, she can cross the rainbow bridge already and that I'm going to be okay with her leaving because I know that she'll watch over me from heaven.
The morning after that, I received a message from my brother telling me that Fifi passed away peacefully. He told me that she died in her sleep without feeling any pain. Hopefully..
I cried so hard because I lost my bestfriend. The only one who has been there for me, the one who loved me unconditionally and never left my side through good and bad. I felt like I lost a part of my life when I lost Sophie. If I could just turn back time, I'll choose to be by her side and not left.
I am so sorry my little Sophie for not being there with you on your worst days. You know I am. I am sorry for not giving you the best hugs and kisses for you to bring when you crossed that rainbow bridge. Thank you for being there for me when no one else does. Thank you for being my savior through my darkest of times. I love you, Sophie. I do. I just hope that you'll continue watching over me wherever you are, a place when there's no more pain and you'll have the tastiest treats and fun toys you can have because I know how much you love those things. I love you so much, my little angel. I will never forget you.
@kamirucorella
