Just read a friend’s blog and found that her dog has passed away. It’s shocking and a sad thing to hear as I’ve always associates the dog to be a part of a family that I enjoy being around. She (the dog)’s always there to enjoy the company of visitors and create troubles and merriments for us. For me, she disappears from this world in just a moment. In one posted message, and a living creature I know and find so real has gone. It shows how fragile everything is in this world. Anything can just vanish like smoke in an instance, and we never know what’ll be gone next. All that’s left will be the memories we have. Perhaps it’s the time, the experience we had with someone or something that’s the most important. There’re millions dogs in this world, but the one we’ve spend time fooling around with and taking care of are the one and only one out of the millions that’s irreplaceable and have a special meaning.
“It’s not the things itself that’s important, it’s the time you spend on it that makes it valuable.”
–from The Little Prince