It’s the worst feeling in the world to lose a beloved.

Especially one that you know wasn’t really to go.

She held on for days, I knew she did it just to see me and it broke my heart so bad to hear her cries and whimpers the day i left her at the vet.

My poor baby had an auto immune disease and her own body was killing her from inside and there was no cure. She had a chance of survival, though slim there was still a chance.

I came to see her the day before i left for Japan. She tried to eat and stay alive, perhaps hoping that I would finally bring her back. She yelped and whined even louder as i walked away from her cage and out the glass doors. I could still hear her from outside.

Did i break her heart this time?

Was that why she never came back?

I never thought that would be the last time i saw her, I didnt even say goodbye. No hugs and kisses just a scratch below her neck because she wasnt allowed to be brought out of the cage.

Nobody told me the day she passed away.

I just found out yesterday because nobody wanted to ruin my trip.

She died the night i flew to Japan.

Was it because she no longer felt my presence?

Did she think i had abandoned her for real this time?

I can’t help but feel like it was my fault.

I left when she needed me most and now a big part of me wished i never went.

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My baby Chippy,

I’m so sorry baby. I know for the longest time I was never around. I smelled like another dog and saw you for short hours every now and then when i came back home.

Still, you were always there by my side as i slept and followed me everywhere even awakening if i so much as stirred in my sleep. You kept me company and protected me from anything and anyone you remotely thought was a threat.

I can’t recall how old you are anymore or when we first got you.

But i remember the look in your eyes and that giant pink bow i tied around your neck. You were tiny fragile and shy. Who would have thought you would grow up to be my little soldier that believed could protect me from anything in the world despite your little size.

I hope you’re in a better place now where you’re no longer in pain.

I’m sorry for the hurt and loneliness I’ve caused.

But thank you for being my loyal guardian dog.

I love you baby.

And i really really miss you.

Rest In Peace dearest one and have fun up there in heaven.

Because I know for sure that’s where you are.

I love you.

I know I’ve been gone for a while but I will be back with lots and lots of updates especially picture flooding next week

I PROMISE!

Anyway.

Meet Maneki.

His name was originally August because we found him tiny alone and hungry outside early this August covered in red ants. His name is now Maneki because 2-3 weeks after living with us, he snuck out and tried to play with our Bull Terrier Mix.

It was not a pleasant sight.

His guts were spilling out and he couldn’t move at all.

The 24 hour vet we brought him to told us his leg would most likely be dead and he has an almost zero chance of survival due to how young he was. The boyfriend was shattered and insisted we put him to sleep because it was unfair to August if he had to be amputated and that he was in pain. I refused.

I brought him to my own vet the very next day and he saw me quivering and said fine, he’ll do what he can but no guarantees because most cats that young do not wake up after the anesthetics.

2 months living in a cage at the vet and many many anesthetics and stitching later… .

He’s back in our home climbing trees, mirrors and plotting with the monster dog Toby on how to steal food. Yes. Plot to steal food.

He climbs on tables and counter tops and pushes them down so Toby can open it. Then they share and hide evidence “=_=

I kid you not.

He can even use his back leg which was originally completely dislocated.

Its been pushed back into place but due to some extreme broken bones and torn muscles, his bone still juts out in an awkward manner but that doesn’t stop him from anything. Fearless cat that eats anything. Even tobasco, fruits and cereal.

So his name is now Maneki.

As in Maneki Neko.

The Japanese lucky cat you often see on tables

Baby Gizmo was not exactly the most well behaved sugar glider i’ve had the luck to come across. As naughty as he was, his mischievous acts would usually bring about more smiles than anything else when one is having a bad day. He was a little furball of entertainment and as hyperactive as an energizer bunny with the appetite of a dinosaur.I kid you not as i bore witness to him finishing an entire egg that was bigger than himself or the times we’ve tried to pull away one of his favourite foods to end up in a game of tug of war or have him dangling in mid air clinging onto it as he tries to stuff as much of it as he can into his mouth before he looses his grip completely.

Excessively clingy, this little one with a bad habit of biting the people he loves just a wee bit too much. Or even making sudden attacks by suddenly jumping on your legs or whatever he can get his claws on as you’re preoccupied with something else other than him. Ignore him enough and he starts hissing demanding to be tickled and played with or if he feels like it, a sharp nip on your ears or cheeks.

Loving anything soft, this little one would often go exploring around the house and end up in a bag of freshly done laundry where he falls asleep curled up in a ball thinking that the bundle of clothes was really one of us. or when hes running around and u grab him and turn him upside down on the comforter while tickling his tummy. the look of lazy content as he falls asleep is just too cute to resist.

Baby Gizmo has made a lot of people happy, strangers and friends alike.

And for that very short while that he was mine, he has touched my heart much deeper than i’d even noticed.

We miss you little baby monkey.

I hope you’re much happier now.

(Gizmo was mauled by a dog last night. There were no apparent or distinct wounds and he could still move and climb and all. Before he could be taken to a vet today, he passed on peacefully curled up next to me on the bed)

because i have been away from my comp much too often and barely have time available or an available comp to blog with here’s a super short update =3 haha. a random picture of nat chai’s lovely drawing at st patricks day wall! love love

aiyoo… pictures piling up di. need to throw out some again first. and not like many of u really read the things i write anyway so pfft…

damn cute la their menu. i terlampau suka adi. wtf

i know la i damn slow la. the hyper for this place died ages ago la. but wth> im generally a slow person can?!

steamed fish otak otak!

ooooo>>

wah got big chunk summoh. but hor last time damn nice wan nowadays i eat hor like dry dry as if they instantly make and reheat U_U why liddat wan T_T really no quality control wan meh malaysia

mee rebus! quite nice ahh but i havent had this in a long long time

so itchy backside try the normal stick otak otaks la

but i prefer the steam one. fav stick otak otaks are at Jalan 222/223. LOL

@ Great Eastern Mall. my conclusion of this place is it sucks donkey balls.

and why our room name liddat wan U_U uhuhuhuhu…

so sad hor. this is half of my meal because i stopped eating meat already.

the very sunburnt father

the sisters bf

fugz with very red lips. wtf

the other half of my food “=_= and no other pics of the normal ppls food because my sister was holding the cam and she didnt change modes so they were all dark and blurry. pfft

this is blurry fat brother

and the only non fat person my sister with food in her mouth which makes her appear to be fat and greedy anyway. wtf. oh thats my grandma behind.