Dear Teddy,

The day I first saw you, you’re incredibly small and vulnerable. You didn’t had a name by then, if I’m not wrong, Terence was the one that name you Teddy and you loved that name.

I remember how you were all excited and running around when you saw us, you’re not my dog but we spend a lot time together as you only stayed above me. On the days when your house is empty, you’ll be at my place running about wanting snacks from us.

You kept my grandma and grandpa accompanied. Soon, when grandpa passed you’re the loyal accompany my grandma have. You somehow understand Chinese or the Hokkien when she tries to communicate with you. You made her time passed easily when we are all busy studying and growing up.

I remember how you used to love us hiding and shout your name, so you could try to find us. You used to love catching but once you catch the ball, you refused to hand it over. Until we have to steal it from you. Haha.

On certain weekends, you came down earlier and your mission always seems to be waking us all up. You’ll jump and walk around me like nobody business until I woke up.

You hate how I carry you and start swinging you, but I love it. Haha. I love to kick your small butt and you’ll just ignore me. As you aged, you stopped running around so much. You seem to be nonchalant to your surroundings but you still loved it when we rubbed your tummy.

Teddy is also afraid of everything and anything that moves, except humans. Haha.

Months ago, we found out that your lungs have water and there’s no cure to it. Medication for you is only to slow down the process. You coughed almost everynight and could barely get some sleep. Then, you passed one night (5^th Jan 2016, 2:55am)… just 11 more days away to turning into 11 years old.

I know for sure, you’re in a better place without all the sufferings. Teddy, you’ve been an amazing dog and everyone just loves you so much. Thank you for being part of my life.