Thursday, May 07, 2009
Bye, Iggy.
Your cage is cleared, but somehow it's still left at the same place. It's still weird waking up to silence every morning. I miss the sound of you biting your cage, exercise wheel turning and you licking your bottle. Coming home late at night to silence is still taking time for me to get use. As I look at your cage every time I return, I could only imagine what it was like when you bounce up and down. I miss looking into your corner, watching you sleep soundly and waking up with those blurry eyes when I called your name. I miss flipping you over and how you would lick my nose when I come home from outside. I miss rubbing your tiny tummy, touching your little paws and said, "You need to cut nails.". I miss picking you up in the morning, telling you how sweaty you were from all the playing and saying goodbye, see you when I come home. I miss picking you up at night, rub your tummy, say goodnight and see you in the morning. I miss Thursday's morning, where I will pick you up and say I'm cleaning your cage tonight. I miss blowing air at you when you kick sawdust out.
Now I have no more sawdust to clear, no more cage to clean, no more food bowl to fill up. It has become such a routine, it's weird not having to do it anymore.
I walked pass the pet shop today. Stood by the glass window and looked at your fellow breeds. They looked all the same, but I know it's never gonna replace you. As I turn my back once more looking at them, I know it's time to let go.
Like what Ah Bu said, the special bond we shared will be kept in that cage and will always be part of me. You may just be a tiny little hamster, but you definitely took up space in my heart. It's time to let you go, Iggy. It's time to move on.
I still miss you, Iggy.
# . Grace Eleora Loo : 5/07/2009 10:32:00 PM
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