RIP, dear Whisky _

Today, was a day full of hiccups. Everything just didn't go right. Little did I know, the most dreaded moment of the family happened. Whisky passed away this evening. Whisky is our pet chinchilla and he has been with my family for around 11-12 years. Maybe I should start using past tense for him since he's already gone.

here's a post about Whisky on my blog in 2007.
http://bababandd.blogspot.com/2007/11/whisky.html

I received the news when I was at Suntec with Yuan. Mum called me at 9plus. It hit me so hard and all the memories and images of Whisky kept appearing. And I just broke down. Rushed home to see Whisky for the last time but I was too late. My bro alr buried him. I didn't even fking see him for the last time. I was filled with regrets. Why the fk did I not go home after school? Why the fk did the meeting with teacher go on for so long? Why the fk did I go home so late last night? Why the hell did I not feed him treats ? Why the shit did I not buy him more toys/treats? Why the fk did I not spend more time each day looking at him, chatting with him, tickling his chin (he loved that), letting him stretch his lil paw and holding it? Why the fk did I not take pictures with him, videos and pictures of him??? Why didn't I show him more love, care and concern? Why was I such a horrible friend to him? I nv had the courage to carry him in my hands cos I was afraid of dropping him. I nv talked about him to my friends so none of my friends knew I had a pet. I'm filled with tons of guilt and regrets. Most importantly, I can't believe Whisky's gone, already.

He has always been there since I was in pri sch. I had taken him for granted, thinking that he'll always be there. I know Whisky is lonely and sad. He is always alone in his cage. As we grow older, we get busier and tend to neglect him. I don't even know he lost his appetite for 2 days alr. I'm such a failure.

I miss him. I miss him jumping ard in the cage, being so ever excited when we go close to him, being so cute trying to stretch his lil paw out to grab food/my finger, being very hyper when my dad feeds him with apples, always standing at the corner of the cage near the door when we go out or come home. When I'm home alone, knowing Whisky's home with me always makes me feel safe. He watched me grow, I watched him grow too. Everything's just so sudden.

Even though my family didn't show, I know deep inside, everyone's very sad and heartbroken. Mum/bro feeds him every morning and cleans up his cage, dad feeds his every evening and shares his apple with him. Whisky will still live in our hearts for sure.

Still, I know I won't be able to get over this soon. Pardon me for the few days or even weeks.

The emptiness of staring at the empty cage is killing me.

Hopefully Whisky will be happier in another world. I love you Whisky.

My family calender. This is my only picture with him. T.T 

Got these photos from my da sao. 

 dear Whisky holding on to his food. 

Cutie pie coming! 

He always does this when we go near him.

RIP, dear Whisky. <3 

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