It was 4 years ago when he came in the size of my palms. Now a full grown-up with unanticipated intelligence. Being loved by the family despite his mischievous behaviour. Unfortunately he was forced to be separated from the family. Been left alone guarding his home and only been visited during meal time. It was a pain not only for the family, but also for him who suffers from separation anxiety. Just a few times after this new routine, he greeted us excitedly as usual but howled and cried as we left. Depressing. Seeking a proper shelter was difficult. The fact that he will be put into sleep when he turns five made us hesitated. And finally a billionaire came to see him. Another chapter of life will soon begin.
Dear Mocha, be a good boy wherever you go. May you be bestowed with love in your new home. Will miss you lots.
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