6 Jan 2009, after reaching home with my heels broken and a bleeding thumb, my brother came to me and said 'your animals were screaming just now.' I ran to check if ham ham were alright.
To my horror, I saw Fatty laying down on the floor facing up, not moving, but still breathing. Straight away, I called Baby, and he rushed down as quickly as he could. We then bought Fatty to the Animal Clinic. The 'just now' my brother was refering to was in fact 6 hours ago.
The doctor gave several injections to Fatty, and turned on the oxygen mask. For a moment there, Fatty was very slowly breathing right again. I held on to the oxygen mask for Fatty for about 15mins, observing if he is okies... I saw him sleeping soundly after the muscle relaxion jab.
Baby and I both looked at Fatty while he breathes with his eyes closed. I placed my hand over his body gently, keeping him warm, especially in that cold room. Fatty was having Feats. The reason for the cause might be that he ate poison food or simply that he was born with it.
After bout an hour passed, we finally made the payment and carried Fatty out. He was sleeping so soundly... Hence we decided to eat our late dinner. Baby went to order my Lor Mee, but ...... suddenly Fatty jerked. About 3 times!
We didnt even eat and rushed to the clinic once again! The same doctor came and check on Fatty. Then suddenly, Fatty's feats came back. The doctor told us that we must prepare for the worst..., as normally hamsters that has feats often cannot live long.
We held our breath while looking at Fatty struggling for a while and his heart stop beating. The doctor gave him another jab to pump the heart, but to no use....
I will never forget the face I saw when Fatty got the last shock of feats before dying. Never....
Fatty left us at 8 plus on this fateful night... We took his body back and buried him under a tree which Baby helped to dig. This is the last time I could ever touch him again, smell him again, feed him again, play with him again.....
Fatty was a hyper ham ham who never loses anything to Thiny (his brother).
Most of the food are eaten first hand by Fatty, when he sits in the food bowl, no one else can squeeze in...
When Fatty sits on the wheel, Thiny can never win.... the wheel just won't move an inch even with Thiny trying his best to make the wheel run....
Fatty will always be remembered by me.... He will always be... Fatty will be my love forever.....
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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