Treasure.

Perhaps we can never expect - or we were never meant to expect - the turns of life.

Maybe that's where the treasure is, in our not knowing.

Today, it was routine that broke the news of Fluffy's passing on to me.

Although I have been preparing myself for the coming of this day, the realisation dawned on me with harshness. Perhaps there were signs, nudges that prepared my gauge of Fluffy's position at the edge. Perhaps I did expect this to happen sometime soon; but when it did happen, the disappointment was as unsparing as it would have been without the signs.

Funny how it was at Fluffy's peak of recovery, that his condition took a sharp turn and ended his long suffering in 2 days. I am sorry that Fluffy had to leave this way, but maybe it was for the best. After all, I never could assume how much pain Fluffy was in.

We buried him well under soft soil and said our goodbyes. We prayed that he would find peace. Reluctantly, we turned and left.

Despite, treasure was found in the burying. The treasure I discovered was the joy of loving and caring for a life till its last breath. Treasure in its most morbid form reminded me of the fragility of our existence. It was an urgent reminder that I should never expect and thus take for granted circumstances and people that bless my life everyday.

Perhaps, not knowing is best. And knowing that I do not know is probably the best uncertainty that I can carry with me. Because then will I truly seek the treasure in Today, for the fear of missing a Tomorrow.

Rest in peace Fluffy. The experience was rich and warm, while it lasted :)