I stand here today to pay tribute to a kind soul, an indulgent heart and a disciplined mind — the most precious person in my life: Squeaky.
Squeaky was truly extraordinary. So was our 7448-day-old friendship. Between the two of us, she was always the stronger one. Her life could be all kinds of chaos, but she never wore it on her face; she would steer her focus towards the lighter side of things and taught me to do the same. “There is always more in life to be thankful for than there is to complain about,” she would often say.
And even when she was really tired, she made sure she treated others as though they were precious too. Hers was a life that shined brightly just so the paths of others could be illuminated. Hers was also a life that exemplified brilliance in every capacity.
My apologies in advance, but I may have caught your signature icky face and an almost-deafening shriek on camera a couple times (maybe ten, or fifty — perhaps hundred) every time you would see a mouse in my backyard. *Haha* Oh man! The way you’d just flip out every time you saw a creepy crawly, or a bird, or a dog, or your reflection in the mirror.
Yuj Sakai, author and screenwriter, says and I quote, “Lives are like rivers: Eventually they go where they must. Not where we want them to.” These words have kept me going thus far. At least I know each moment has unfolded like it should have, that there is nothing I could have done to be your saviour — as much as I wish I could have, and no matter what tomorrow brings, I will embrace tenacity, compassion and selflessness, just the way you would have.