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i am missing my baby
Thursday, September 25, 2008

my sister has taken to excessive blogging lately, so i am trying to keep pace with her such that she won't be bored of seeing my old entries. i love your cheesecake; it's awesome! make a creamy strawberry shortcake for me next time.


each time i enter the house and close the door, i have the tendency to switch on the 2nd light of the living room, hurriedly put my bag and laptop in my room, then call Sunshine really really loudly, like "Heloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Sunshine! Utu mam mam boy! I missed you!"


usually he is sleeping and he would awaken at my noise, looking up at me with a confused expression and squinted eyes.


his running wheel was faulty; the previous exact 2 wheels i got for my hammies would spoil easily too so i gave up on buying new ones as this brand was the most expensive one on the shelf. my daily task was to unscrew his running wheel so that he could run properly. feels weird not doing it everyday.


at times i turned the wheel too fast and he couldn't keep up with my speed and tripped over. at times the wheel got stuck and he would be shocked as to why he suddenly couldn't run anymore. i never got tired of times like this.


whenever i got bored of schoolwork and wanted a tiny break, my first step was to visit Sunshine (and disturb his naps). now i can do that no more.


i saw mum chopping cabbages the other day. usually i would ask her if she had given some to Sunshine (often the answer is a yes she is quicker than me).


i enjoyed telling my parents about the adorable and comical things that Sunshine did, like him curling up in a soft white ball in one corner, grooming himself on the wheel and climbing to the top of the cage, desperately holding on with one paw before giving up.


now i don't speak much to my parents anymore. there is some emptiness in my heart and my home i need to manage.


in place of his cage is a white ikea stool.

so lifeless, so dull, so sad.


for those who wonder why we loved Sunshine so much, for those missing him badly, for those who hasn't experienced the joy of owning a pet.





At 2 weeks old.








































































At 4 months old.

























































































































































































i'll never find another hammie as lovely as Sunshine. everyday i look at his favourite pink wheel on my desk and i feel like crying.









it's Thursday, September 25, 2008 now


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tea: cheesecake//donuts//ice-cream//bread pudding//brownies//crumble


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