We are beginning to accept that things will no longer be the same. No more playing with koko every night. No more cashew nuts for him every morning. No more niao-ing his neck every evening.
Yesterday I had diarrhoea and stayed home the entire day. In the free time when I'm neither in the toilet nor on the bed, I went around snapping photos of all the evidence koko left in my room: the disfigured bed frame, the teeth marks on the book cabinet, the torn horns of giraffe plushie and slippers.
Took a long time to organize all the photos and videos we took of and with koko. There were so many of them but it's never enough... Progress is slow as I was viewing and reminscing the times at so frequent an interval.
I ask mummy and pen pen to view the videos of koko, taken in 2006. And we had a good laugh over how naughty and kpo he is. Running all over pen pen's room when the 3 of us were changing bed sheets. He loves it the mist when there's a lot of things lying on the floor and of course with so many of us playing with him at the same time. Mummy and I were actually exclaiming the same remarks as we did in the videos when koko did something.
Had a discussion with mummy and pen pen andvwe decided to buy a glass cabinet to put koko's belongings, his ashes and photos of him in it.
Mission of the day: glass cabinet sourcing at ikea.
Koko shows you his butt:
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