It had been a year since my lovely Niki had gone. I still miss'd the days where I bring him to walks, feed him with his fav food, chase him ard the house and getting awaken by the door scratching sound. The pain still linger where I'd to let him go. A decision that was hard to made, not ready to be made but had to be done - to let him not suffer any more.

As I clean'd his urn and uttered sorry to him once again - for not able to save him and having him taking all those yucky medication and treatment in his last half year. The worst of all were the tick attack that could have weaken his already damaged body. He did not had the very best time in his final moments as he was made to spent his very last month without much roaming freedom. His life was a battle against all odds but time had come to take him away - it was still too late as the damage to his heart was really too heavy that his brain had given up on him too.

No more ticks. No more mossie. No more heart medication. No more injections. No more fainting. No more struggles. Be good, Niki. Missed ya much as ya missed us.