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Sunday, August 06, 2006

Eulogy for a Little One

The 6th of August, 2006, will be remembered as the day that a little one close to my heart passed on to be with the Lord.

20 months by any human standard would have been considered an extremely short time on earth, but to a little hamster, it's a great number of days.

It is with sadness that I was not able to spend the last days with Shasha. There are regrets but at least I know she is happy where she is now.

A place where there is no more fear; I will always remember how her timid little spirit made her hide away whenever I tried to play with her.

Shy as she may be, she had character.

If I were to persistently attempt to stroke her, she would sneak by my intrusive hands and plant a warning bite right on my fingers.

She was a bold little one in her own way.

She was strong. The squeaky wheel noises were the loudest from her cage.

Most importantly, she was loved.

She will always be a part of my family, no matter how insignificant her grandmother (aka my mum) thinks she is.

May she rest in eternal peace and may the Lord bless her little soul.




A dearly missed pet

The good old times

[Time of Confession] 11:40 PM
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1 Comments:

Blogger Madcap J said...

we're not plants lor... what young and GREEN.
btw.. i'm still very young!

7:41 PM  

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