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Friday, January 11, 2008

It seems like it's only yesterday when Melody and i brought Dior to the vet's to have her fur checked. It seems like it's only yesteday when Mel and i brought Dior to the vet's the second time and adopted Burberry. It seems like it's only yesterday when i had my fingers in Dior's cage and she bit it, and when i pulled my fingers out, she still had her teeth sinked into my fingers. It seems like Dior is still alive...

At around 1am (11/01), Mel woke me up and told me Dior was dead. I hurried down to see and there she lay in her cage...not moving. She died of old age. In my mind i was scolding, saying swear words, hoping that everything wasnt what that happened. Actually before she died i had already somehow expected that this would happen very soon because she hadnt been eating much, and hadnt been running much on her wheel. That's very unlike her...and that's when i panicked when i found out she wasnt doing those. Moreover, she had been with us since Feb 2006. It's Jan 2008 now..

I cried. Although you may think Dior's only a hamster, but to me she's so much! I remember those months before PSLE when i was a total mugger, i often go to Dior and Burberry when i'm very stressed up. Seeing them both could really calm me down. Now we're only left with one. When i go to Burberry, i'll be reminded of Dior. I know i'll definitely get over this one day but how about this few days when i still cant?

Anyway we decide to bury her. We put her in a box where Mel put in some bedding, food and 3 treats for her. Seeing her carcass is akin to piercing a knife into my heart.

This, i'm very sure, is an end of a life, not a relationship.
Dior is always living in my heart.

6:30 AM