In Remembrance of Nurk Nurk

Buttons came to us in November last year.. my sister bought him from a petshop in Serangoon North.. He was so tiny.. like a little quail's egg.. I didn't have much affinity for mice.. especially when I see the gassing of mice in school... and i realised that their pee pee stank.. I used to close my room door everytime my sister opened hers.. cause the smell would travel..

He soon became known as Nurk Nurk.. his pal Murk Murk.. was the brighter one.. Murk would always get on the wheel faster and run so fast that Nurk never managed to get up.. Nurk used to make us laugh when he failed to get on the wheel and got wheeled up.. He was the slower one.. if the two of them shared the wheel, he would sometimes get spun around the wheel when Murk ran too fast.. still he'd try to hop onto the wheel.. and we'd clap when he succeedded..

His gentle nature made him the little baby in our hearts.. My sister loved her mice terribly much.. i used to tease her as mice lifespans are rather short.. I never knew the impact of Nurk Nurk's death would have on me..

Friday, 26th September, my sister screamed for me.. I went in and she asked me why was Nurk Nurk so clumsy... i watched him move and saw that he was much fatter than Murk Murk.. then this disturbing bulge on his left side made me scringe.. then i felt a hard lump... this hard lump extended all the way around his tummy.. constipation.. easy i thought.. we'll bring him to the vet once it's morning..

Saturday, 27th September 2003, went to the vet.. made my sister sign up and hold her cage herself.. she looked so afraid.. we were teasing her about bringing the mice to a vet.. and how would they charge for it.. (never did I expect things to be so bad..) she said that he was badly constipated.. gave us some lactulose.. and a 1ml syringe.. 0.5 cc looked so little but it was a formidable task getting that little amount to such a tiny mouse.. The first feed was easy.. however, he refused to swallow any on the second feed.. we would feed him 0.02-0.05 cc per time.. let him rest and fed him again later.. this went on for hours.. I had to miss the Ghost Town chalet.. cause my sister needed me.. and so did Nurk..

Sunday, 28th September, We injected the medicine into the seeds and bread to feed Nurk.. cause he refused to swallow the medicine.. still he'd only eat the good part without the medicine.. today's make it or break it.. if he doesn't improve today.. i don't think he'll make it.. we searched the bedding frantically for poo.. none..

Monday, 29th September, Didn't have school today.. so the whole day I carried Nurk around with me.. he started to feel kinda cold and clamy.. that's when I knew he wasn't going to make it.. carried him in my hands the whole afternoon.. cooing and patting him.. fed him a little bread soaked in water with a little milk.. at 11pm, my sister passed me the medicine and looked at me desperately "Here's his medicine.. if you want you can feed him.." I wished I could reassure her like the times when Murk and Nurk were injured from a fight.. I just kissed her goodnight.. and she knew.. I'd stopped the medication.. it really broke my heart to see his face all sticky from the medicine.. and that defeated small look after the forced syringe-feeding.. I wrapped him in a towel warmed with hot water bottle.. I stayed up till 4+am with him.. didn't want him to be alone.. holding him in my hands.. crying and praying.. if he was to recover.. let him recover fast.. and not suffer so much.. or if he was to die.. let him go soon.. don't make him suffer anymore..

Tuesday, 30th September, he passed on at 7:20am today.. I called home to check with my sis what kinda box she wanted for his coffin.. she yelled and said that it didn't matter.. dad made her throw the Nurk Nurk down the chute.. I bought seeds and came home after school... dug up Nurk Nurk from the dustbin.. and no words could describe the smile on my sister's face.. we buried him outside our garden.. and planted the seeds..

Wednesday, 1st October, we had to remove him from his grave today.. can't bury pets outside.. we hiked up and down and through the big fields in my estate.. and the end of lower pierce reservoir that we used to catch fishes in the streams when we were younger.. found a quiet beautiful spot and buried him there.. and planted the seeds again..

These few days spent taking care of him.. watching him fight for his life.. the courage and strength in such a tiny little mouse.. I fell in love with him.. through his death my sister and I have become closer.. finally I could play my part as the older sister.. Pray that the angels will look after him.. that he'll never be lonely and suffer again...

Would you know my name
Would it be the same
Would you hold my hand
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?

Beyond the door,
There's peace I'm sure,
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven.

I'll find my way
Through night and day 
I'll have to be strong and carry on
'Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven.

Nurk Nurk.. we love you very much.. you'll always be in our hearts..

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