Dogathon has finally ended!! Hehehe....we are int he Malaysian Book of Records for the largest gathering of dogs, our record? ONE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN (1111) with registered owner of EIGHT HUNDRED EIGHTY EIGHT (888) and it's on the 8th of August 2010, so i think this is the most 'huat' number ever!! Hehehe....thank you to all those who came with their dogs to support us!!
ANyways, back to the topic, why blue sunday? Blue is my favourite colour btw, but i really hope that it is good news for me. But unfortunately, it's not. I recieved a call during Sunday worship and was quite annoyed at first, I keep cancelling the call and finally, a sms came. It made my heart sunk. God seemed to hav called home my beloved Ginger.
Who's Ginger? Those that reads my facebook shout out would probably heard of the name. Ginger is this adorable horse (not donkey!) that i took care of for some time in the zoo. He has been there for quite some time al'd, but there was someone else taking care of him then and no 'spark' was generated then btwn him and I, so it was not love at first sight. Not only after his caretaker left that i took up the responsiblity to care for him. Gradually i fell in love with this adorable thing.
Everyday I'm in the zoo i'll groom him, sit with him as he eats, bring him on occasional walks, bath him on alternate days and fed him treats. Soon, he start to recognize me and would response when i call his name. And would do that thing with his muzzle when i walk to his stall. Ginger is not a very 'friendly' horse, he only response to ppl that he knows, often avoiding curious hands of unfamiliar customers of the zoo.
Last year, while sunning Ginger after his bath
Btw, he hates people lifting up his leg. Quite unusual in horses as long as you do it properly. I have no problems with the 2 other larger more hostile ponies, but though i'm closest to Ginger than the other two, he often refused to let me clean his hoof. A year ago, my only achievement is to carry up ONE of his forelimbs to clean it. This only happened during the last day of my duty in the zoo..maybe he knew it? Hahaha...but it was not after tremendous struggles including splashing of water and soap all over my uniform. (I usually try during bathing time.) And then i came back after a year, i tried more frequently and finally, he let me clean both his front hoof with lesser struggle. And i noticed, not that he doesnt like his hoof being cleaned, but he has trouble standing on only three legs. (Maybe he's too short? Oh ya, he's a Fallabella, world's amllest horse breed.) And only with much coaxing and assuring that i will support him, he begin to allow it. (But he refused the back leg AT ALL, i think he still needs to trust me more). The last day i worked there, i left with a heavy heart, i gave him his last bath, hugged him and whispered to him while stuffing him with special treats i bought for this farewell.
Last photo with Ginger after his farewell bath
Though i sensed it, i didnt know it was really the last farewell. I was going back to see him within a week's time. But he didnt wait for me. I didnt get a chance to earn his trust to let me clean his back legs too. Maybe God is being good to me so i dun need to see him go in my arms.
Ginger, i hope that you know u hav at least one person left on earth here that misses u though i know people from the zoo would miss you too. Thank u for all the joy you have brought into my life here in the zoo. Hope that you are in a better place now and I'll see you one day in heaven ya! Make sure you let me clean ALL your hooves then! Love u.
