Baby Carnations

Baby Carnations

I have had Kobe's ashes with me since he pass away on November 7, 2007. A few months ago, I decide to sprinkle his ashes on the Peak, the place he loves most, running in the grass and slurping on vanilla milkshake afterwards. By the time he finishes his two spoonfuls, he is a mini Yorkie after all, he would sport a vanilla moustache and beard. He is the cutest baby.

I would regularly get baby carnations and place the tiny vase beside Kobe's photo. Merlyn talks to him every day while dusting and cleaning. Every now and then I would see tears welling up in her eyes when she comes out of my room. Each month on the 7th we would light a white tea light candle to remember him, though he is in our hearts every day.

We always buy from the alley flower stall and the grandpa who mans the stall would unfailingly remind us not to put too much water in the vase because the stems will rot. He says a few drops of kitchen bleach mixed in the water will make the flowers last longer.

A couple days ago, I pass by his stall with Porky on our way to the supermarket. We stop to say hello and while chatting he asks if I have fallen out of love with carnations. While spilling out Kobe's story grandpa keeps nodding and sighing. After I finish he says in the language of flowers carnations represent remembrance. He then gives me a stem of carnation and says should I go to the Peak to visit Kobe, be sure to let him know so he could save the yellow ones for me.

It is a bittersweet moment and I can feel my eyes brimming with tears. Kobe my baby, I hope you are healthy and happy in doggie heaven looking over us. I love you and miss you. Mommy.