There was so many times I walked into a book store and stole glances at this book "Marley & Me" by John Grogan. Every time I fought the urge to pick up that book and head towards the cashier. Not that I am fucking neow and is unwilling to fork out $16.69 for a book, but I knew that reading this book is like getting a tear gas for myself. That’s really gonna be suicidal!
However, last week, I finally succumbed to the temptation and bought it. I took to reading it slowly, trying my best not to get emotionally connected to any characters in the book, I was especially careful with Marley, the lead of the story. The book was so fascinating that I find it so hard to peel my fingers away from it.
Two nights ago, I was at the chapter when Marley died of old age. I was sobbing like mad, if you had seen me, you probably thought someone I knew died.
It was so heart wrenching, I desperately wanted to seek some comfort. As Marley was a dog, I thought I have a dog too, I think I am dying to hug my Oki and perhaps that would stop me from crying my eye balls out.
I got out of the bed and grabbed Oki who was sleeping beside it. He was a little startled by me and let out a big yawn, as if to say, "What the hell?!" After 3 seconds, he struggled to break free and returned to his mat to carry on drifting back to his doggy dreamland.