A Tree For Ping Ping

I finally laid Ping Ping to rest today. I planted a tree right next to him, one which will bear beautiful pink flowers. I hope it will grow quickly and bloom quickly - I will take that as a sign that Ping Ping not only lives on but that he remembers me. Of late I have been mulling over that - whether they live on after death. Or do they stop existing altogether? If a pet lives on then how about all the animals we eat!!? This kind of thing never bothered me until I kept pets.

An Emptiness In My Heart

The ending of a day has a way of making you feel like somebody's missing. Today, after all the day's activities and busyness, I thought of Ping Ping. From the moment he was born, his growing up and growing fat down to his growing thin and going blind and groping about on his stomach weakly for the food I placed in front of him. My heart felt so very heavy. Weighed down with an uncomfortable emptiness. I had just finished watching a K-drama called "49 Days". Traditional Chinese believe that when somebody dies, the soul remains on earth for 49 days before entering the other world. This drama is a far-fetched story about a girl who had an accident, went comatose and her soul was given 49 days to collect tears from 3 people (family excluded) who loved her. If she succeeds she will live. Being a kind and friendly person while alive, she thought that would be an easy task. To her dismay (and mine), it took her more than 10 episodes to find those tears. Ping Ping would've easily collected tears from 2 persons who loved him - me and my sister.

I Miss You....:((

Ping Ping
December 23rd 2009 - June 10th 2011

This has not been a good time for me, watching Ping Ping getting sick and growing weaker by the day. Now that he is gone, his tank looks sadly, sadly empty.

Flashback

Life has been busy - so busy that I don't have time to whip out my camera, much less aim them at my hamsters. So an old photo will have to make do for this entry. Mimi's brood of 4. Their fur just growing, their eyes still shut tight. Like anxious mothers, my sister and I would count the days when their fur would sprout and their eyes would open. We will text each other and report "Oh ya - Lele peered at me today! He has got one eye open!" or "Hey, there are two girls and two boys!" or "Oh, we've got one brown one!". So excited were we as if they were our very own babies. Now we will text each other and report whose hamsters are cuter/smarter/naughtier. Everyday we will send pictures of them to each other. Ya, ya, we got nothing better to do with our time......