Hello. How have you all been?

I know, many of my subscribers and friends must be thinking; what the heck are you doing right now, to not have updated your stories for so long?

I guess, many of you know the normal excuses of a student. I had an exam in January, had reunions to go during New Year, and had activities every day. Oh, and don't forget the stack of homework I recieved last Friday.

What am I doing now? I'm just sitting in front of the computer, eyes red and my face still wet.

It honestly doesn't hurt to cry sometimes, does it?

Well then, can I cry over a pet?

I bet some of you must be thinking; did your dog die?

Hahaha, I think some of you will think I'm crazy. I'm crying over a hamster.

Right, a species from the family of rodents. Those tiny, furry balls that run around, squeaking and never even caring about what we do with our lives. They practically can't be trained. They bite, they scratch, they won't listen to you like puppies, they won't curl up next to you like kittens. Then, why the hell am I crying over a damn rodent?

Hamsters, you can say their the only kind of furry animal I've actually managed to get into my house. My parents never welcomed the idea of having cats and dogs. I'm allergic to cats anyway. Dogs? Huh, I've begged all my life, but I can never get one. Go figure.

I'm not going to go into detail of whatever I went through with hamsters. There is no dramatic back story or whatever to bore people who actually were kind enough to take the time and read this crazy little blog post.

But I'm asking you all. What would you think, when a pet of yours has been sick for a long time? Would you take it to the vet?

Of course, visiting the vet probably costs a lot.

But how would you feel, when someone just goes up to you and say, "Just leave it (the sick pet) be. What use would it be to take it to the vet? It's already lucky to have lived this long. After all, they (hamsters) only have 2 years life span. It has lived long enough. Look at it; it's happy."

I feel like I've just been punched ten times on the face. Or maybe worse.

First of all, I think there is hope, no matter what kind of animal is my pet. Even if it is sick, it deserves a chance, doesn't it? How would we know if it is any use, if we never tried it? I do not understand such nonsense on giving up before trying anything.

Second: lucky to live that long? Seriously? Is that something you say to a person who is worried over his/her sick pet? For those of you who have, love, or wish to have pets, I think you would understand. A pet, is like a friend. Another family member, another sibling, another daughter/son. Maybe even a guardian angel to some people. Talking about lifespan and such, does that even make sense? Should I start telling my father, "Hey, why did you want a son/daughter? You should know I'm lucky to have lived this long, but I don't know how much longer my life is."

And last, look at it; it's happy. How do we know a hamster(dog/any pet you name it) is happy? Do they have expressions like us? Do they speak, like us? I understand, animals have their own way of expressing themselves. Owners close to their pets should know best. But what makes me the saddest, is when the person is not even familiar with the pet. Maybe even scared of the pet, and yet they say such things. What right, and what proof do you have to say my sick, suffering pet looks happy? Is it smiling? Is it laughing? I think not, otherwise I will be very scared.

Well, now my tears are dry already. I'm happy to have written this; it has made me feel better. More even, I am happy if any of you have actually read this. Any advice on how to control emotions? I think I almost smashed the computer to bits, or maybe threw some stuff around while in process of typing this rant.

If any of you have a hamster as a pet, do you know what to do, or do you have any advice on one having a swollen, paralysed leg? Or maybe a problem with its eye? If any of you know, I'd beg for you to tell me. I'd be very happy to know at least something that can alleviate my hamster's suffering.

I'm done ranting now. I don't know if I'll cry again, but I think I can smile.