I've not felt such loss before. The emotion's in turmoil, rolling and twisting the stomach at every image of horror that flashes across the mind. Losing a loved one couldn't get harder than this. Especially when that happened to be the most loyal friend and companion.

It's 11 hours since he went missing, and 3 hours since I got to know about it. What can I do, sitting thousands of miles away? I've posted for help here. I've posted for help in Facebook. Even wrote to a fellow blogger from town for help, despite me being a stranger to her. Jo and Cheng's out looking for him. Driving the streets and caling his name every now and then.

I hope a good Samaritan would take him in. Not that it would be easy. He does not trust stranger easily. He would go hungry for sure, being house-raised. I wonder where he is? Only at moments like this would I think..



If only...


... I didn't leave him. No one could commit to him like I would. I've heard it time and again.

... I took him walking round the neighbourhood, instead of riding in the car. That would have given him a fighting chance of getting home.

... I had spent more time with him, given him more attention. I know I had not given enough.

... he would appear.




JD please come home. I miss you. I'm sorry I left you behind. I am coming back. Please come home.