“No, I do not shred tissues for fun. Why do you ask?”

why is that dog drooling over my cake? Can’t he just get his own??

Last night I paid a sorrowful and teary visit to Sirius at the animal hospital. Just 2 days before, Sirius’ family informed us that he has been warded in the animal hospital because he had a serious fall is now not able to move from waist down. When he saw us he was trying and trying to get up to greet us but he couldn’t. His emaciated frame, bandaged lower back and listless eyes made me exploded with emotions and break down uncontrollably.

We found Sirius wondering along the busy roads one spring day in 2007. He was skinny, scavenging for food, and we never knew whether he was a loss or abandonment case, although many evidence point to the latter. Just like that, he came into our lives and we started to foster him and nurse him back to health. We spent many happy and frustrated moments together trying to understand each other, and fortunately Sirius was quickly integrated into our little family. A second stroke of luck struck him and he was adopted months later into a nice family who cared for him like a child of their own.

As with many of the foster dogs we had, Sirius was like one of our own dogs. We’ve kept in contact with many of our adopter families just so we have our hearts at ease knowing that they are doing well. Sometimes these dogs have a happily-ever-after ending, and sometimes, they just don’t. Such is the cruelty of life, and there’s just no darn thing we can do about it.

All I want for Christmas this year is for Sirius to get well, and for all my love ones to be healthy and laughing.

Let me give you an idea..

He also takes his organization skills too seriously. That’s why the white whiskers can only go to the right and the black left.

The only exception is my own birthday. Like some incurable disease I dread it every year and wish it’ll never come. I’m sure i’m not the only one though, someone actually made up a name for it. Here’s a funny example of Fragapane Phobia.

But these gals I’ll gladly celebrate birthday for…

and especially so for this little peanut..

I just can’t bring myself to believe she has turned 11. That’s 77 doggie years. That’s ancient. Who would believe she’s 77?

Not me for sure.