Good-Bye Pikachu!
Pikachu left today. It happened while I was leaving the car-park of Takashimaya
- a popular Japanese department store here in Singapore. Thinking back, it seemed symbolic that he should choose
to go at that precise moment and place. Why, you ask? Well, he came from Japan, and Takashimaya is a Japanese department
store. As such, it fits that his departure should happen on Japanese soil, even if it's only by proxy.
It happened suddenly. There was a loud, gut wrenching beep, but to me it sounded more like a painful shriek. I
felt a lump in my throat, and an over powering sense of loss. I picked up Pocket Pikachu, expecting, hoping to
see him looking back at me with those huge, expressive eyes. What greeted me was a blank, empty screen with static
Japanese characters.
This is what it said:
"Congratulations! You've reached 1,000,000 footsteps and 3293 hours."
That was it. He didn't even appear one last time to say goodbye. The last time I
saw him, he was playing with his yo-yo. I remember tapping on the screen, seeing his mock expression of anger,
and laughing as I hugged him close to my heart.
Remembering was painful, so I did some math. 3293 hours... that means approximately 138 days. I got him on 29th
June and today is 13th November, so I've had him with me for more than 4 months. I didn't realize it, since time
flies when you're having fun.
I don't know much about re-incarnation, but I think Pikachu will be reborn again in the United States. His friends
are there already, giving love and companionship to many lucky people. My Pikachu will be among them, and that
makes me proud.
It started to rain when I finally placed Pikachu in my pocket for the drive home. It got dark fast and I could
hardly see with all the water. The rain stopped after a while, but only after I had run out of tears to cry.
"Good-Bye Pikachu. I will always love you"
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