And then you lower your head and ask yourself if you have already let go.

I miss Gigi.

I miss her to bits. I keep thinking that she's still around, and everytime I step into the house I'd find myself going to look for her to play.

Only to remember she's gone.

I keep seeing something brown sitting in a corner, or near the organ, or outside the door. I seem to see her everywhere. It's like her soul never left.

What's haunting me, is the memory of her trying to run towards me when I came home, during the last day of her life. She was trying to be more lively. And that day was the first time she'd run towards me to welcome me after a long period of time. She was getting old and spending a lot of time sleeping, so much that she never realised it when people came home. That day, I saw her try to run towards me. That weak, almost-helpless attempt will always be in my mind.

It was like as if she already knew that her time was up. And that if she didn't do it she would never get to do it again. To welcome her owner home. One last time.