to stay strong for my loved ones. to keep my heart open to dreams. For as long as there's a dream, there is hope, and as long as there is hope, there is joy in living.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
My Poor Fatham
My Fat Ham was bitten by his brother this morning. When I was bathing I heard him making alot of noises, he used to do that everyday but today sounds quite different this time. I checked on them after coming out from the bathroom and everything looks normal. As I was about to step out of the house, he made the sound again, and i saw his brother bitting him, I was so angry that i scolded his brother and pulled him away. The next thing I saw was blood on my poor Fat Ham. I quickly cleaned him up with tissue paper, that's the least I can do to make him feel better. And then I seperated them, I put his brother into a smaller cage now. I can sense that Fat Ham is in real pain as he keep touching his wound. I left for work and weep on the train, silently.
Before heading home, I bought medication for Fat Ham. Once I reached home, seeing Fat Ham still moving around in his blue box, I was relieved that he is still alive and enjoying his sunflower seeds.
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