Quick Update

1st and most importantly, I've finally embarked on this "secret mission"... *pretending to be uninterested* Oh well, it's nothing actually.. I'm not telling you what until it's the right time. Mark these words. *evil grin*

But I'm happy I've finally gotten it going! Was too lazy previously..

I'll be moving to the west in August with Caesar + few friends and probably sharing the place with some tenants - so if you or any of your friends are looking for rooms to rent, let me know!

Parents have been hinting to have me give up on Caesar lately... ... ... Kinda vexed cos that's something that can never happen, NEVER. It's just like someone telling you that bedroom is not meant for sleep.. err not exactly a good analogy but you know what I mean?

I really love Caesar so much that only death can do us apart.. that is, when he leaves me in 10 years time? OR I leave him before he crosses the rainbow bridge? *touch wood* So the only way to rehome Caesar to somebody else is to have me killed 1st. I'm not kidding. I hope my hubby will keep his promise to take care of Caesar if, I said IF *touch wood again*, if I die young. And if dogs can see or sense ghosts, I'll visit and play with Caesar everyday!

I always remember that before I adopted Caesar, I went over to his place very often to play with him cos he's always alone, rain or shine, outdoors. When I pours during bedtime, the 1st thing that came to my mind was "Oh no Caesar's in the rain!" And I'll grab an umbrella and rush over to accompany him, I just stood outside, no matter how cold it was or how tired I was. We just stood there looking at each other, me patting him as he wagged his wet tail. Well at least it doesn't feel so bad when someone's in the rain with you, you know? Sometimes I felt so sorry for him I patted him and told him "This isn't a HOME, run away and find a better one, and don't come back."

And after I adopted him, after knowing I'm the 4th owner and witnessing him going through separation anxiety, I patted him again, this time hugging him, I looked into his eyes and told him, "This WILL be your last home and I WILL BE your last owner."

And I still will. Separating us is just too cruel. I'll rather die, I'm serious.

Caesar seems to sense what's going on (trust me, dogs KNOW it if you are giving him away). He looked like how he used to when his previous owner decided to give him away. I've been assuring him with the same words that I WILL BE his last owner, I hope that he understands. I'm not going to let Caesar go through what he has gone through all over again. It took me more than a year to convince him this is home, and this IS and WILL be his home. Never gonna change again..ever.

Give Caesar away for adoption? Over my dead body. Talk about adoption only when you see me motionless lying inside a coffin. Else than that, I'll hate you for even asking me to let you adopt Caesar.

I'm not sure how did this entry start off happily and end this way. Emotions just set in when thoughts appear as I type.