Moving forward...

I was meant to publish this post 2.5months ago... O well, better than none...

I struggled big time when I lost LeiLei (a clever girl, mix spitz I think), our first family dog when I was a teenager.  We only got Lucky (a playful pug) 12 years after LeiLei has passed.  We were all devastated.  I cried for the whole afternoon and everytime I thought of her I cried.  This went on for a few years.

We got here, and then Gizmo stumbled into our lives.  He was our first dog in HK.  He left us too soon.  And I thought to myself, no more, not anymore.  But, everywhere we go, there he was, his smiley face, his silly moves.  It was really really hard.  So we have decided we should give it another shot.  We went for an adoption. 

We first tried HKDR, but they are worried about the dog being alone in the house during the day Mon-Friday and that it will become frustrated.  They obviously think that having some dogs isolated, kept in a 4' x 5' wired up area the whole day with 2 short walks a day and minimum attention is a good idea.  We pity the dogs.

Then we turned to LAP.  We have decided to stick to small breeds (not as small as Chiwawa!!) simply because of the size of the apartment.  LAP have a black Pom called Hope.  A female rescued from a breeder.  Hope spent all her life in a cage (except when she was on heat or after she has given birth) as small as she is until she was rescued.  Very timid little girl.  We decided to adopt her (if she was healthy enough, I don't have a strong enough heart to handle losing another dog anytime soon) and she was supposed to be desexed and checked last Tuesday.  But she started to go on heat before the vet got a chance.  It will take another 6 - 8 weeks.  But, there's another one up for adoption during their adoption drive 26/08 in Happy Valley.  And so we went.

It's another Pom.  2 years of age, multicoloured, very active and lovely.  She had to be given up (together with another dog, a poodle) because of some changed circumstances.  Her name, Tinkerbell.  But we both think that it's a bit long, it's like "terminator" (what we were considering when we first got Lucky), so I shortened it to Bell and Adrian thought Bella would be better.  And so she's now, Bella.  She's the new member of our family. 

Gizmo the Wizmo...

I've never blogged about Gizmo.  I don't know why.  Maybe it's because he had been keeping me busy whenever I'm home.

Gizmo is a Pomeranian, a little git.  Gizmo was born on the 15th of October 2009.  His first owner took him in for a while and then left him in a pet shop for sale - he spent just about 9 months in a cage.  Then, finally, he met his previous owner, one of Adrian's South African colleagues.  The family was going back to South Africa and would not bring him with them.  Poor sod was going to end up in a pet shop again.  we took him in, as we took the apartment over.  He was their toy.  I don't doubt their love for him but the poor sod was only walked once or twice a fortnight....

We first met on the 27th of January this year when we came and looked at this apartment.   We moved into this apartment on the 28th of February.  And that was the day we first officially lived together.

At slightly more than 2 years of age, he wasn't the fittest dog in the world.  We taught him how to sit and wait to be fed.  How to run, how to climb up and down the stairs and how not to worry about the manhole covers.  We walked him at least twice a day, slightly more than an hour a day in total, sometimes more.  He looked so happy and he looked forward to each and every single walk.  I would walk him every morning, and night if Adrian  couldn't do it.  Boy, did we enjoyed our walks.

Every time we walked through that door, he would be there greeting us.  Every morning when we woke, he would be greeting us promptly as well.  he loved the little biscuit snacks, the sofa, sushi rice, pasta, dumplings, fruits and everything else that we ate in the house.  He would demand for hugs and cuddles by scratching our arms non-stop as if he was saying, "hey, hug, hey, hug hug... hey...", well he'd only stop when he got the cuddle and he would kiss us back affectionately.

We also brought him to the park and the beaches, although he didn't like the water.  We even bought him with us to Stanley when Adrian paddled in the Dragon Boat race.  There we met the biggest dog we've ever met - a Great Dan called Harley.  It was so wonderful.  How our little git was behaving among people and other dogs.  We were so proud.  As if our child has graduated from university or something.  Aside from the fact the he still ate his own shit occasionally and pissed in the house at least once a day.

Not too long after we got him, we realised that the little sod had weak tracheal rings in his windpipe.  Sometimes he would breathe as if he had asthma or something but would get better soon after.  Besides that, the common problem that the breed would have, he had - Luxating Patella, and we were planning to get that fixed by the end of the year.  Before all that, our little git had developed mange at the elbows of the fore legs after just about 6 weeks we had him.  And so the medication and solutions started.  We also needed to wipe his eyes, give him shower, take him to the groomer, etc.  Exactly like taking care of a kid.  The only difference is he didn't know how to talk and they do not grow up and become independent.  He slowly got better, the mange was gone and he was into his last week of medication and he would be spayed straight after he's off the medications.

And then, things got wrong.  he was struggling to breathe a little bit the night we got back from Stanley.  The next day, I sent him to the vet but they couldn't do much and then I had to send him to a 24-hour animal hospital.  They couldn't do much about that because whatever they do, they will have to give him anesthetic and he could stop breathing because of that.  What do we do?  It was a tough choice.  And the vet was going on holiday.  Great.

It was the 28th of June, 2012.  I was seriously doubting the hospital.  And straight after the noon visiting time.  I spent a couple of hours trying to make arrangement to get him to another hospital.  At 4pm in the afternoon, he passed.  They couldn't revive him.  Maybe it was his time.  We could never have known.  Bottom line is, he's gone.  And he was cremated today.  We said proper goodbyes to our little git.  Brought his ashes back to the apartment.  Where he spent the happiest times of his life.  Where we gave him all the love we could.

Walks down the roads in the area, lift rides in the building, coming back to the house, the kitchen, the bathroom, the dining and living area, the balcony, the parks, Stanley, Repulse Bay, bus & train & taxi rides, will never be the same, ever.  And we don't even need to leave a light on for him at night anymore... Losing him also reminded me of Lei Lei, our first family dog.  How their departure would leave a void in our hearts.

Rest in Peace, Gizmo.  You're missed dearly.

Adrian's sense of humour...

Today is the day Adrian spends a day with his boys.  And they have the pleasure of my company for lunch.  But that's not what I'm gonna tell here.

We arrived at lunch and Adrian showed me the text between him and Philip (his elder son):

Philip:  So we'll meet you at Pacific Coffee?
Adrian:  Yes
Philip:  What are we going to do first?
Adrian:  Sit
Philip: OK

And then, when we were having main course, Thomas claimed that he was full and didn't want the Risotto at all...

Thomas: O I'm full!
Adrian: O so you're full?
Thomas: Yes, I can't eat anything any more.
Adrian: O so no dessert for you then?
Thomas: ... Noooo...
and we burst out with laughs...!
Just a few moments later,
Thomas said, "I'd do anything for a chocolate!"
Adrian: O ya?
Off he scoops a big spoon full of Risotto on Thomas' plate, with a cheeky grin on his face.
That little toad's face was so funny but surprisingly, he finished the Risotto and at the same time, realized that he must think twice before he starts his sentence with "I'd do anything for..."

This is my husband's sense of humour and I love it!  hahahahaaaa

相爱不难，相处才难！

老公的爸妈圣诞和新年来了香港过。 好恩爱的一对。

看着他们的相处，我很希望我们将来老了以后也可以一样恩爱 -- 不贪心，不必有他们100%的恩爱指数，有80%我就心满意足了！

很多的智慧，关怀，包容和爱，很多很多。。。　多到可以把几个大西洋填满吧？　那种互动，在传统的华人社会里，真的像稀世珍宝一样，难得啊难得！　我就没幸能在我爸妈身上看到，除非，爸被爱神附身。。。　除非，除非。。。　有一天爸爸被鬼吓到不见了两个魂吧。。。　呵呵呵。。。　我好坏哟！　可是我爸妈那两夫妇就是一对冤家！


爱把两个人放了在一起，那才是开始。。。　两个人的相处（或角力？）的开始。。。　


怎麽样的相处模式才能让一段关系无惊无险地过渡４０个年头以上呢？　
要有多少的爱才能成就这样的夫妻关系呢？　
要有多少的智慧才能成就这样的夫妻关系呢？

每天晚上看电视的时候，他们都会依偎在一起，像一对小恋人一样。。。　这简直太神奇了吧～～～？？ 　我从来没有见识过类似的事件发生在我爸妈的身上耶！　可能就像公公所说的一样吧，“因为我是完美的”　(because I'm perfect)　因为据了解婆婆的性格有一点难搞，就像所有女人一样。　
更难能可贵的是他们的幽默感，如果缺少了这个能为生活注入不少色彩的能力，恐怕英国小镇的单调生活早就把他们闷疯了吧？　如果换了是我的话，三个月，三个月我就会自己去疯人院报到了吧。　说到底疯人院会比较精彩吧？　哈哈哈！！

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Yup, in a day, it's gonna be our anniversary! We celebrated it a couple of days earlier because Adrian won't be able to get home early enough to have dinner on the day itself... What to do, he's an important man... hehe

Feels strange and, what a year it has been!!  One down, a lifetime to go!!!

wishful thinking?

I was watching a Japanese TV programme (I do that often, so that I don't forget what I've paid to learn) about the birth of babies of different families.

Now ppl who knows me well enough would know that I have both of my fallopian tubes removed due to actopic pregnancy. I've never tried to hide it from anyone, so basically whoever brings it up I would make it clear that it takes more if I wanted a child of my own.

Adrian is well aware of it + he has 2 from his last marriage so it's not essential. However, as the day approaches, I feel the urge more... strange because I've never felt that way before, never ever have I had the desire to have a child.

However, because Adrian is such a wonderful man (you should see his interaction with the kids, it's wonderful), the idea of having a child (a girl of course) with him sounds like a good idea -- that's why I wasn't against it when Adrian asked. In fact, I thought, if I had a father like Adrian, I would be a very very happy daughter. That's why I told him we could try but I don't think we should push it... he agreed.

Tonight, after watching that TV programme. I felt something else. I imagined (I did!!! I've never done anything like that before coz I just can't...) I was the one suffering from the pain and the uncertainty and all that... some of the stories put tears to my eyes -- a blind forty year-old mom + a husband who works as a volunteer; a young wife + a husband old enough to be her father; a premature baby born at 25 weeks that weighed only 568g at birth; a young ex-gangster father confessing his pass to the in-laws before the baby was born... these ppl are courageous. They actually made me felt like a coward... hmm...

A baby girl would be perfect... wishful thinking?

New Born!!!!

Good news arrived yesterday afternoon at about 3pm, I've become an antie again!! My brother's 2nd son is born!

I thought my brother could have taken a nicer photo... hmm... look at this ugly wrinkly little thing!! Hahahaha!!


According to my mom, he's got bigger mouth than his brother and cries louder than him! I just can't wait to get home and give the little thing a big big hug!