One year with my beloved patrol has blazed away with so many fond memories and deep-layered regrets that cannot be reversed but valuable lessons these memories have imparted to me, and these values about true friendship shall never fade into the darkness.

They are the sculptors of my being, the craftsman that skillfully outline the shape of my heart, something adding ridges and uneven ground but they never fail to smoothen the edges when I go to sleep. They are like the cubs and I their brother, but I have failed in some ways to shower my care and concern and my freed to be the strongest crowd of tigers have undermined their existence. It had once transcended into a period of master and obedient slaves, who slog harder than the rest just to appease me and for that I am truly sorry. It has too gone to amalgamation with yet another beastly animal but I have failed to understand the true nature of Tigers, to be true and proud to their own nature and not anyone else.

But the test of time has brought us thus far and it is a real pity and shame my journey ends here. But to my fellow brothers, I feel the force that binds us as one always and this attraction can only grow stronger, as last night's dinner proved to be.

The joy on their faces, the wide smile with their sharp teeth confuses you--am I looking at a menacing predator or just another brother of mine? Three years in this family and I definitely know the answer to that :D