Looking through the glass..

I am writing this as I cry right now.. Why? Because my dearly beloved bunny Mocca died this morning. I remembered the first time we got her, Mum & Dad bought her when she was 2 months old. She was the most gorgeous bunny I’ve ever seen with its fluffy mocha-coloured fur (that’s why I said we should name her Mocca!!!). Unlike Bon-bon who has been with us for quite a while, at first Mocca was scared to be patted and touched. She used to keep running away if anyone coming near her but as time goes by she has learn to trust us. She wasn’t scared anymore to be touched or to be patted, she jumped on my lap to beg for food or jumped onto the bed I was sleeping on.
Lately I have been busy lately so I haven’t spent much time with Mocca and Bon-Bon. This morning I found Mocca dead!!!
I felt so hurt with the death because I thought I loved this bunny but in practice I did not. If I loved Mocca, I was supposed to take care of her, I supposed to look after her and I did not. Maybe my love for this animal was utterly bullshit. Love doesn’t only consist of feeling, it consist action. I consist of how far you will go or how much you will do for someone or something. In loving a rabbit, I have failed, how can I love any other?

Nama saya Kaca. Kebanyakan orang memang menemukan nama saya unik, tidak biasa, dan setiap orang memiliki respon mereka masing-masing. Sebagian tercengang atau kebingungan, sebagian tertawa dengan nada tidak percaya, sebagian memuji. Apapun yang terjadi, selama hidup saya, hubungan antara saya dan nama saya memang dapat dikatakan ‘a love-hate relationship’. Saat saya kecil, saya sering sebal karena nama saya sering dijadikan candaan tetapi sekarang saya malah bersyukur dan menganggap nama saya suatu berkah. Nama ‘Kaca’ selalu gampang diingat dan sulit dilupakan kebanyakan orang. (more…)