Elvis

He came to us during the period of Sars (for reasons I do not wish to explain). Aung welcomed the small furry animal with delight and immediately he was family.

We gave him the name Elvis, because he got such a wild streak in him with nice spikey hair. Everyday he gets fresh carrots, grass and pellets and I suspect he just like Maoster enjoys long beans. He makes such nice long squeaky voice when we come near his cage.

I broke the news to Maoster yesterday about his demise. I think he knows die = not good and Maoster shouted," NO! Cannot. Not die!". This strange sadnesss envelope our family that shrunk from 4 to 3. Maoster has this funny song he like to sing, "WE ARE FAMILY, DADDY, MUMMY, MAO MAO and ELVIS! "

Although it is a comfort that he has outlived his peer but Elvis, although you have never slept on our beds, or eat from our plates, or shared a good tv with us or went out shopping with us - We missed you and we hope that you have enjoyed your time with us.

This is Elvis in his old age - smaller and less furry but still extremely amusing