What Vanilla Taught Me

I was in tears when I sat infront of my desk and noticed Vanilla's belongings. His huge cat bed, his bowl, his milk and his barely done box of kitten instinctive. I looked so hard at them that tears clouded my eyes from looking. I remember his meows...I recall the way he would make 'kwento' whenever I'd take him into my arms. He's little antics like scratching atop the piled clipboards at the frontdesk. Screaming like he was in pain if ever I mention I was giving him to one of my friend doctors. Or the little way he says "no" when I ask him if he'd like to play with tita Sarah.

I haven't had deaths like this. Sure my work place has its once in a while deaths, but having to go thru it from a different position is a total different story.

Vanilla thought me one of the most valuable lessons there is. Empathy. Understanding how much these little glitches in at work can mess things us. Can destroy reputations. And can financial cause the company a big loss. He may have been an instrument in opening my eyes to see the bigger picture. He has opened another chapter for me to read, to understand and to communicate. He has been the chosen one to tell all of these without even breathing a word. It was Vanilla who told me that things need to be done and things are said even in the most quietly manner. And, I believe it more now. I know that he knows how much I have loved and love him and how grateful I am for all the things he has taught me.

It is not in me to point fingers. I know what has to be done. I know what needs to be rectified. The pain is raw. The loss is deep. But the hope remains that this will and behold that won't happen to another client, friend or colleague moving forward.

Thank you my baby Vanilla. You will be missed, always.

June 21, 2010 - August 7, 2010