Monthly Archives: February 2012

Till we meet again, Elle

My dear Elle has passed away yesterday.

She was weak on Sunday evening, and her cough turned persistent on Monday night, and she was panting away throughout the night. We decided to bring her to the vet after work on Tuesday, but, when we returned home after work on Tuesday, she was already dead.

She was laying near the door, and she was still warm and soft, which showed she had not died all that long before we came back.

What a faithful, loyal and loving companion she was – waiting for our return but it was not meant to be.

My eyes are swollen from all that crying but I am still affected.

Everything triggered memories of her – a leash, a harness, a bowl, her medication. What is worst, I am still not used to not having a dog shadowing me.

I think if I feel this way, Muffin would feel worse.

Muffin is the other Chihuahua, which we love just as dearly.

They are companion dogs, and Muffin has never been alone in the house before. There was always Elle around.

Thank you Elle for the years of love, loyalty and companionship. I know you have crossed the rainbow bridge and we will all meet again one day.

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Snob

I was recently pressured to add a relative to my Facebook account, by none other than the relative herself.

It was during Chinese New Year, and through one of the gatherings, she found out I have an active account and after she got my number, called me and asked me to add her in.

I did, to my detriment.

I should have just pretended to agree but conveniently forgot.

She may not have many “friends”, but she sure made sure those few she had did not forget about her, or her riches.

You see, this relative of mine is a homemaker, but somehow her husband must be a goldminer or something, because even though he is a regular employee who got his degree only recently, he seemed to be doing pretty well. By “pretty well”, I mean he (aka they) has at least 2 private properties under his (or their) name/s, and 2 cars. Oh well, call it sour grapes if you like, I detest the way she updated her status ending with “district 9” or insinuations of the said district.

It would start off with “I love my new home! Birds chirping, greenery all around, and in district 9!” or “Traffic jam in my residential vicinity (and posting a picture of the Orchard Road Presbyterian Church)” or the sorts.

I think I would let her go at it until I am totally sick of it. Then I shall do the necessary. That is what the “delete” button is for, isn’t it?