Yoda
On this day, exactly a year ago, Yoda, our beloved cat, passed way. I will never forget that day. It was an hour past midnight when I was awoken by his intermittent crying. After observing him for a few seconds, the idea dawned on me: Yoda was in grave danger. I frantically woke up my wife and told her what was happening. I said Yoda had to be taken to the nearest veterinary clinic as soon as possible. She was understandably reluctant at first, considering that it was only 1 o ‘clock in the morning, and she probably didn’t think that Yoda’s situation was really serious. But sensing my desperation—I was panicking and shouting—she went along with me and both of us hurriedly took Yoda to the veterinary clinic two blocks away. But taking Yoda to the veterinary clinic at 1:00 AM was the easy part; waking up the veterinarian was a different matter. For almost 30 minutes, I and my wife unavailingly tried to wake her up by constantly shouting “Tao po! Tao po!” (“Anybody there? Anybody ...