There were days when looking at him thrilled my heart with joy just because he was so alively beatiful. He was an awesome gift from my Father. One way he found to tell me just how precious it is to live my life actually being me, and bring joy to His heart. On that day, I wanted to be His bunny. Still do.
Fufu was like one of those characters from the Old Bible. Lived until he was full of days. And on the end I simply felt he wanted peace to go. I do think he didn't feel pain.
So long.
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And yet, he could be here. Except because he’s not. When complete absence of thrill meets unexistence, sky loses it’s blue. The hole turns itself on plane ground. Absence is confusingly nothing, and that means the world has no need of tears any longer. Or air. Once it learns to eternally unlive.
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