I dream about Biru last night, he looked fragile, his fur was rough, and he stared at me with his angry eyes. I want to hold him but he ran away. I tried to catch him and I finally manage to hold and hug him, and he purr in my arms giving a slight meow voice.

There. I cracked and cried.

I suddenly woke up and continue crying. I ran to my mom and tell her about the dream and she cried too while hugging me.

Biru is no longer here with me since I moved into my new house. Me and Mom tried to brought him and others along but they refused and ran away.

I miss you, Biru. I really am.

ps: “Biru” means “blue”