Whitey was a koi we've had for over 5 years. After the 2005 big flood which knocked out power supply for 5 days, all our 7 kois died. We replenished our pond with new ones and Whitey was one them. Whitey was named by our girl for obvious reason..... it was white, without any blemish on its body.
Today I came home and did my chores as usual when I saw it on the grass. My heart missed a beat when I saw it in the sun. Thinking that it was dead I called out for Son to scoop it up while I went to dig a hole to bury it. Whitey is quite big, about a foot long and very well fed. But I noticed its gills moving slightly when he put it into the hole.... we immediately put it back into the water. I knew it was pointless. Son said we might as well buried it then. I had no heart to do so.... my gal and I tried to make it more comfortable by putting it in a net and back into the pond. It tried to 'breathe' a couple of times but the shock of being back in the water probably shocked it more. It died a couple of minutes later. Then we buried it.
My gal was lying on the couch sobbing away when I came in after burying Whitey. I felt sorry for her... actually I was also feeling kinda sad also cos Whitey always looked so regal in the pond. She is also Other Half's favourite. Anyway, I asked my girl whether she wanted to go get some replacement. A couple of weeks back, Greedy died. Greedy is a half koi, half goldfish. So we went to the fish shop and got ourselves 2 new baby kois.... one white and the other dark orange. They're going to take a while to grow....
Pets dying... Even though this was just a fish..... My heart still felt that sense of hopelessness. And this is one reason why I don't keep pets like cats or dogs; that apart from the reason that I'd probably be the one ending up with the bulk of the job caring for them. Many years ago, I had a pet cat, Kitty. Kitty was given by dear old friend. She became my youngest bro's shadow. She would wait for him to come back from school every day, slept with him. One day, she got knocked down by a car. We were devastated. My bros and I built a little grave of cement for her. We mourned for her....
This is Whitey in happier times. Other Half took this about a week back. We'll still miss Whitey... at a time when news are abuzz with Amy Winehouse's death.
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understand u ppl totally....the pets really worm into our hearts n become part of the family be it a fish or cat or dog....
Ah Kitty. But I think it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. She was a beloved cat and gave as much as she received. I hope to get a friendly cat again someday, for me and my boys. Nowadays I often see unfriendly cats. I guess they are separated from family too early, and never really like humans. These cats scratch and wag their tails!
I wonder why did Whitey jump out of the pond? Poor lil rainbow, give her a hug from me.
Guess what the replacement for Greedy jumped out yesterday too! 8(
Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that...
Whitey sort of reminds me of one old fish in our fish tank that died too. (Actually he loved to eat!)
P.S. Mummy, is that you? When do you ever get to check Aunty's blog?
Ethan: We have a new 'whitey'. He hasn't jumped. Hopefully he won't.
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