Don Don has died

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

I have alot of pets. Naturally, this results in alot of death reports as well when their time has come.

Today, the one that has met with an untimely death is Don Don.



This photo was taken more than a year ago. The only photo of Don Don that I could find at such short notice.

The cause of death?... Rats.

Yes. Today, I super freaking hate Rats, though I am still logical enough to blame it only on Rats. I cannot deny my love for pet mice.

My dad sms-ed the news to me that Don was seriously injured. He didn't recognise which was Don and which was Shreky, but he said it was one of the Putehs.

I swept an entire plate of Chicken Rice into my mouth and went home as fast as I could. It was really difficult to explain how I felt. There was this powerful need to KNOW who was it that was injured. Wishing it was not Shreky and then slapping myself for being so biase and indirectly cursing Don. But admit it, even in the eyes of parents, there IS always a favourite child.

I could never physically tell the difference between Shrek and Don (shortform of Donkey... Shrek & Donkey. Get it?).

They both looked so alike. Only Des could tell the difference.

"Shreky is the fatter one! And Don Don is the better-looking one." he would say. We lovingly gave Shrek a Hokkien nickname called 'Yao Kwee', which translates to 'Hungry Ghost'.

I knew which was Shreky because, as per his given nickname, he was the one who would fly towards your direction to take a closer look at your hands to see if you had any food for it. Don was not as tame, probably because he was so much older than Shrek when he came to me.

It was a very deep puncture, though I hoped against hope that Don would survive as I helplessly applied cornstarch to stop the bleed. I think 'puncture' was an understatement.

The poor bugger almost had his entire left leg severed and was obviously in intense pain. A bird that I had kept for 2 years died within 2 hours. It's not a good feeling, I assure you.

I. Freaking. Hate. Rats. Today.

By the way, this weekend, I am so going to the temple to pray. I had supposedly already appeased the Grand Duke of Jupiter this year by visiting the temple within the first 15 days of the Chinese New Year but apparently I may need to visit again. Yes, those born in the year of the Tiger clashes with him head-on (which virtually covers all of you, my dear ex-school and class mates).

It seems to be the year of many deaths for me. My Grandaunt, Cherry, and now Don Don. That is enough deaths to last me for the next 50 years, thank you very much.




If you would allow me to add in a VERY random remark: I just want to state that I would rather pierce my nose twice than have to go through one H1N1 swab test again. (I suddenly recalled the sickeningly painful feeling of the cotton bud stuck up my nose cos I happened to re-read the post again about it).

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:18 pm