Its Been A Year, Our Dear Daniel

My first pet dog passed on one year ago.

He is Daniel, a retired police dog. German Shepherd.

Illness got him.

We adopted him shortly after moving into a landed house (my dream comes true).

Thru a series of “coincidences”, he was gifted to us from SPF (another dream comes true).

He was a good guard dog, allowing us to rest well at nights, and feel protected all the times.

He is a good friend to me and the hundreds who came to my house to celebrate festive occassions.

Once a while, he would be naughty, like a kid. Its ok.

We have expressed to him, lots of love, warmth and care. And he did the same, likewise.

In the last few hours of his life, he became blind and weak. And yet, he would fight all body weakness to stand up and moved towards me when I whistled for him.

We brought him home so he could depart from this world in familiar surroundings, with his loved ones and enveloped with love.

And that night, he passed on.

The house become silent, errie in some ways.

When my Dad passed on, I could not grief completely. At that time, I had the mindset of “man cannot cry” in public. I thought I could cry in private. I tried but could not too.

I had to seek professional help to let tears welled in my eyes. I am glad I did.

Daniel came. Daniel left. I cried. I let it go. I healed.

Normalcy returned. We adopted another police dog, his name is Mayo.

This is life cycle. Make hay while the Sun shines. Enjoy life while still breathing. 

Appreciate things as they were. Past and Present.

Happiness is a choice.

Letting go is a choice.

Love and Pain comes together.

Allowing Pain to stay in you is not necessary. Its called Suffering.

Suffering is not needed. It’s a choice.

We all have the power of choices.

Choose Happiness. And allow the Peace to be in you.

Love,

Marko

Investor, Practitioner and Full-Time Coach