We did the BBQ thingey for Valentine's Day! He was especially happy with the new Castrol easy chair that he got free from servicing his car. This chair can hold your cigarettes in one pocket of the arm rest, and your drink in the pocket of the other! What an ultimate ideal creation for the lazy beach bum.
We did not buy any Valentine's Day gift for each other. Or at least, I did not buy anything for him...he surprised me with a bouquet of pink roses that he ordered from YY. Went all the way to Telok Kurau to collect the flowers and left me in the car, in suspense. The roses are lovely baby..thank you!! *Smooch*
Had loads of fun with the Dimage digi-cam that I bought for him for this birthday. We took lots of silly shots and managed to capture some really good pics...the sillouette photos were the best! Will post them once I get them from him.
It's work tomorrow. I am so tired of it. Busy as hell, as always. I have a million and one things to do and I am really up to my neck. Been sitting in my room since this noon, marking and planning out my lessons, setting tests, etc. It's such a huge chore!!
Just had the first meeting for the June Camp with Awwa staff on Saturday. Work begins for the camp now. I need to recruit more people into the committee and I need to obtain camp locations and begin the recee for it. All these by end of this month!! I look at my calender and every weekend from now till April is gone. Band concert, rehearsal and camp will take up 3 weekends in March already.
Stress ah!!! Ok...*take deep breath*.....back to work for now....no time to think about the stress...just got to gear up and move on...
Monday, February 16, 2004
Friday, February 13, 2004
Mimi started to be sick on Saturday. I noticed that her stools were light brown and soft, instead of the usual black, dry and hard. Her condition worsened and I brought her to see a vet on Monday night. The vet ascertained that she was suffering from wet tail . She said that there was a 50-50 chance of survival. She prescribed some anti-btiotics and other medication, got her staff to teach me how to force-feed Mimi using a syringe, and gave mimi a "bath" to clean up her messy bottom. She also applied some cream to sooth the pain.
Mimi shrunk so much! She used to be so fat and soft. Within those few days, she was almost reduced to skin and bones. I stroked her back only to feel her backbone beneath her fur. She was lethargic and drowsy. She did not respond much when I called her. She was just resting most of the time and she moved about the cage by dragging herself around.
Luckily I had no need to force-feed her as she was able to readily accept the medication and the special soft food that the vet prescribed. She had her first meal, since saturday, at the vet's on Monday. When we got home that, she was really drowsy and did not want to eat anything else. I tried to feed her more food, mixed with her medication, but she just squirmed and turned her head away whenever I put the syringe near her mouth. So I laid her into her cage and let her rest for the night.
I went home in the evening on Tuesday to feed her and to give her the medication. She lapped up every drop of the medication that I gave her and she finished every drop of the food tha I fed her. I was so happy. She looked like she was really going to overcome this afterall. She was eating healthily! But then she was still very weak and very small. She could hardly sit up to eat and I had to support her by holding her upright. Her bum was wet-tish but it did not look red and raw, unlike the night we visited the vet. Nevertheless, she really looked like she was improving. After feeding her, I went out for dinner.
I gave her another round of food at about 11pm on Tuesday night. Again she lapped out almost every drop of it. She was so very tired after using all her energy to eat. I took out the sand in her "toilet" and replaced it with shreds of tissue paper (to make a soft bed). Then I gently put her onto the bed to rest for the night. I placed her in the centre of the cage and put more shredded tissue all around the floor of her cage, in case she wanted to walk out of the "bed" to sleep in the corner (she usually does that). Then, I went to bed.
The next morning, I woke up at 5am to feed her before I went to school. I looked into her cage and realised that she had not moved one bit. She was still breathing though. I took her out and tipped her out of the bed. Her eyes were open but she did not seem to be looking. I tried to feed her bu putting the syringe at her mouth but she did not respond. She looked like she was in some sort of coma already. She was breathing heavily and very slowly. Almost like she was gasping for air. Apart from the up and down heaving of her little body as she breathed, she really look like she was already gone.
Mimi suddenly twitched. I think she choked on her breathe or something. I realised that she was dying. I began to weep. I kept calling her name as I cradled her in my hands. I could not stop crying. Her breathing became more and more shallow and each interval became longer and longer. I tried to blow on her face to give her more oxygen or more air. It took me awhile to realise that it was not within my power to save her anymore. I had to let go. I watched her tiny little body gasping for air and I cried. I kept telling her that I love her and that I will never forget her. I said I was sorry I could not do anything to help her feel better. I felt so powerless, so helpless as I held my poor mimi in my hands. Every breath she took required herculen effort. I told her to take her time. I said I knew she was in pain and she was suffering and I understood that she was frightened. I kept assuring her that things will be ok and that I loved her so much.
Then her breathing stopped. I waited for the next gasp of air but it never came. My tears kept flowing as I said goodbye. I held her close to me. I stroked her fur as I repeated her name. Mimi was gone.
It took me some time to compose myself and I thought hard about what to do with her. I did not have the luxury of time to bury her that morning. I wrapped her up with layers to tissue paper and then finally with a small pink towel. Then I put her in a ziploc bag and left her on the top of my books on the shelf. Then I went to work.
After work, darling and I brought Mimi to the hilltop of the nature park. We walked into the patch of grass behind the bushes in the carpark and he helped me to dig a hole in the ground. We dug a deep deep hole so that stray cats or dogs would not dig her up. Then I took her out of the ziploc bag and laid her, wrapped in the tissue and pink towel, into the hole. I also put in a tiny container of hamster food and a note that said "For my dearest Mimi, with love" next to her. I covered her with soil and then we found a piece of flat stone to place on top of the grave. Then he found a 4-petaled colourful flower made of cloth and we placed that on the stone slab.
I did not cry during the burial process. But when I finally stood up after it was completed, my tears started to well up when I looked at the little grave. It's so hard to say the final goodbye. It felt almost cruel to have to leave her all alone in the forest. I knew I would never see her again and I was beginning to miss her so much already. I tried to control my emotions. But when we got into the car, I let the tears flow out as he hugged me and he let me grieve for my poor mimi.
*sigh*
Bye bye....mimi-girl......
Mimi shrunk so much! She used to be so fat and soft. Within those few days, she was almost reduced to skin and bones. I stroked her back only to feel her backbone beneath her fur. She was lethargic and drowsy. She did not respond much when I called her. She was just resting most of the time and she moved about the cage by dragging herself around.
Luckily I had no need to force-feed her as she was able to readily accept the medication and the special soft food that the vet prescribed. She had her first meal, since saturday, at the vet's on Monday. When we got home that, she was really drowsy and did not want to eat anything else. I tried to feed her more food, mixed with her medication, but she just squirmed and turned her head away whenever I put the syringe near her mouth. So I laid her into her cage and let her rest for the night.
I went home in the evening on Tuesday to feed her and to give her the medication. She lapped up every drop of the medication that I gave her and she finished every drop of the food tha I fed her. I was so happy. She looked like she was really going to overcome this afterall. She was eating healthily! But then she was still very weak and very small. She could hardly sit up to eat and I had to support her by holding her upright. Her bum was wet-tish but it did not look red and raw, unlike the night we visited the vet. Nevertheless, she really looked like she was improving. After feeding her, I went out for dinner.
I gave her another round of food at about 11pm on Tuesday night. Again she lapped out almost every drop of it. She was so very tired after using all her energy to eat. I took out the sand in her "toilet" and replaced it with shreds of tissue paper (to make a soft bed). Then I gently put her onto the bed to rest for the night. I placed her in the centre of the cage and put more shredded tissue all around the floor of her cage, in case she wanted to walk out of the "bed" to sleep in the corner (she usually does that). Then, I went to bed.
The next morning, I woke up at 5am to feed her before I went to school. I looked into her cage and realised that she had not moved one bit. She was still breathing though. I took her out and tipped her out of the bed. Her eyes were open but she did not seem to be looking. I tried to feed her bu putting the syringe at her mouth but she did not respond. She looked like she was in some sort of coma already. She was breathing heavily and very slowly. Almost like she was gasping for air. Apart from the up and down heaving of her little body as she breathed, she really look like she was already gone.
Mimi suddenly twitched. I think she choked on her breathe or something. I realised that she was dying. I began to weep. I kept calling her name as I cradled her in my hands. I could not stop crying. Her breathing became more and more shallow and each interval became longer and longer. I tried to blow on her face to give her more oxygen or more air. It took me awhile to realise that it was not within my power to save her anymore. I had to let go. I watched her tiny little body gasping for air and I cried. I kept telling her that I love her and that I will never forget her. I said I was sorry I could not do anything to help her feel better. I felt so powerless, so helpless as I held my poor mimi in my hands. Every breath she took required herculen effort. I told her to take her time. I said I knew she was in pain and she was suffering and I understood that she was frightened. I kept assuring her that things will be ok and that I loved her so much.
Then her breathing stopped. I waited for the next gasp of air but it never came. My tears kept flowing as I said goodbye. I held her close to me. I stroked her fur as I repeated her name. Mimi was gone.
It took me some time to compose myself and I thought hard about what to do with her. I did not have the luxury of time to bury her that morning. I wrapped her up with layers to tissue paper and then finally with a small pink towel. Then I put her in a ziploc bag and left her on the top of my books on the shelf. Then I went to work.
After work, darling and I brought Mimi to the hilltop of the nature park. We walked into the patch of grass behind the bushes in the carpark and he helped me to dig a hole in the ground. We dug a deep deep hole so that stray cats or dogs would not dig her up. Then I took her out of the ziploc bag and laid her, wrapped in the tissue and pink towel, into the hole. I also put in a tiny container of hamster food and a note that said "For my dearest Mimi, with love" next to her. I covered her with soil and then we found a piece of flat stone to place on top of the grave. Then he found a 4-petaled colourful flower made of cloth and we placed that on the stone slab.
I did not cry during the burial process. But when I finally stood up after it was completed, my tears started to well up when I looked at the little grave. It's so hard to say the final goodbye. It felt almost cruel to have to leave her all alone in the forest. I knew I would never see her again and I was beginning to miss her so much already. I tried to control my emotions. But when we got into the car, I let the tears flow out as he hugged me and he let me grieve for my poor mimi.
*sigh*
Bye bye....mimi-girl......
Thursday, February 05, 2004
I wish I had 48 hours a day or something. I just did a rough calculation of the amount of time I have left to complete some stuff and I think I am left with little choice but to let work interfere with this weekend now.
Hamsters are beginning to stink. Even after I clean up the cages, she will deliberately pee in the corner (and not in the toilet!) I must buy a new cage soon.
I was watching Wenwen just awhile ago. She was sleeping so soundly and she looked so cute with all four legs in the air, and she was curled into a little ball. Then the most disgusting thing happened. She curled up and reached down to her arse, picked out the piece of shit that was just emerging from there and it disappeared into her mouth as she chewed away! All these with her eyes closed! And it happened THREE times!
I don't think they have taste buds.
Hamsters are beginning to stink. Even after I clean up the cages, she will deliberately pee in the corner (and not in the toilet!) I must buy a new cage soon.
I was watching Wenwen just awhile ago. She was sleeping so soundly and she looked so cute with all four legs in the air, and she was curled into a little ball. Then the most disgusting thing happened. She curled up and reached down to her arse, picked out the piece of shit that was just emerging from there and it disappeared into her mouth as she chewed away! All these with her eyes closed! And it happened THREE times!
I don't think they have taste buds.
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