As I rouse from my slumber, I squint at my watch and groggily register the time: 5:30 AM. A tender sensation tickles my left foot, prompting me to wiggle my toes, and I'm delighted to discover my cherished feline companion, Kuku, snuggled up beside me. This year, Kuku celebrates his ninth year of life, and I am grateful for every moment we share together.

In the dimness of the room, Kuku fixes his gaze on me before letting out a big yawn. I invite him over by patting the futon beside me a few times, and with a graceful leap, he lands by my side and nuzzles against me. The softness of his fur and the warmth of his body soothe me, and I am grateful for the comfort he provides.

Without warning, my mind spirals into a vision of the inevitable day when I will have to bid farewell to my fellow companion, Kuku. The thought of parting ways with him fills me with a deep sorrow, and I pull him close, hugging him with all the strength I can muster. I savor the warmth of his body and the softness of his fur, cherishing every moment we have together, knowing that one day he will be gone.

It's a harsh reality that we all carry a "farewell timer" above our heads, rendering all beings delicate and vulnerable. Yet, this present moment is what truly matters, for it holds within it a glimpse of eternity. Kuku, who looks up at me now, is fully immersed in this present moment, showering me with love and affection. With no past or future, he lives only in the present, much like myself, without worrying about the unknowns that lie ahead.

For different reasons, Kuku and I cling to each other tightly, sharing in the warmth of this moment. I know that eventually, we will part ways, and I am embracing this truth with open arms, savoring every second of our time together, because I know that the conclusion will be a sorrowful one. Such is life, fragile and fleeting, but this moment, this one right here, is a precious and invaluable gift.