It's hard to let go of my Romeo and find a new one...

I saw him sneaking a look at me.
What’s in he’s thought? What’s happening? I’m clueless.
I approached him. Silence rang the place. Only heartbeat could be heard, fast, beating fast.
He’s trying to move away from me. Why? I’m not trying to scare him or what!
I went nearer and nearer. Now we met in the eye. He remained still this time.
I stepped back to the door and closed it to make sure he’s not going out of my room any moment. I went back to him.
Wait. What’s that on my bed? I stopped. I feel that my feet is numb.
I look around for a moment…

“Blood! Oh God!”
I ran out of the house quickly to ask for help.
“Help!.”
Thanks a good-natured neighbor heard me.
We hurried to my room and ask the man to help me call a medic.

“Romeo, you will not die…. You must not die!
Don’t leave me my Romeo.”

But he did.
It was his fate.

Weeks passed. I arrive home each day with no one meeting me in the doorway like before.
I have no one to play with anymore after office deal.
I’ll miss my Romeo. I guess it’s now time to let go of Romeo.
Goodbye Romeo.

I’ll pass by my friend’s pet shop after office today.
I’ll find myself a new doggie.
I’ll train him not to jump over the neighbor’s barbwire fence because it may lead to his death.
I’ll never let another Romeo die.