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This post is for my oldest sister in NYC, I finally had a chance to clean my fish pond, the water is a lot clearer now as you can see, having fish pond is a lot of work but the rewards are ten-fold.
Also, my second sister’s fish are a lot bigger, her pond is smaller than mine and not as deep, but she sure does have lots of fish.
I visited my younger sister yesterday because I saw her last week and she mentioned about my GI Joe sister is into raising Pee Heih (ghost) now a day, and I wanted to see what it looks like, my GI Joe sister lives right next to my younger sister. I also want to see my younger sister fish ponds, her latest one that I’ve not seen is the one on her deck, she said that she purchased a water tub that’s used for horse feeding, and it looks real pretty sitting on her deck, the view from her window looking from the inside is amazing, this I’ve got to see for myself.
When I got to her house, something in her hallway caught my attention, it was her Buddha alter and made me think of K who recently thought about getting a Buddha statue for his flat. This is a Japanese Buddha statue, you can tell by the shape of the face and round head. Thai or Lao Buddha statue has a more pointy-head to signify brightness, pointy meaning ‘Lamh’ (sharp); this was once explained to me by a local monk.
This is her pond on her deck.
This post is for my oldest sister in NYC, this is her finished project, big improvement from her previous fish pond.
What is your fortune? No, I mean what is your dog fortune. Ask me what you will…with the power of the stars, I will reveal your dog fortune!
When I came upon this article in Kwanreun Magazine written by Khunchith in Thai language, translated by yours truly, I couldn’t help but ROFL, pronounced as is (dog barking), and also rolling on the floor laughing because this has got to be the oddest profession that I’ve heard, Dog Fortune Teller.
I’m a dog lover, so I’m very familiar with our k-9, 4-legged friends, they had been in our family since I was about 6 years old, and my last one recently passed away but have not gotten a replacement for him yet. As I recall, most dogs take the personality of their owners, I knew Teddy was very hyper when I first got him, but became very calm shortly afterward, might be that he got older also, but nevertheless, he somewhat took my personality. This article suggested something that’s somewhat odd to me; it’s amusing to read.
My second sister told me over a month ago about a cat fortuneteller that can predict when death is near, I promised her then that I’d post the story, but it slipped my mind.
When my sister told me the story, I thought it’s amazing because, if you’ve worked with sick patients, then you’d be able to tell when their time is near, but not down to specific hours as in the case of Oscar the cat. During my mom illness, we took turn staying up with her, and the night that she passed, I was the one, the only thing that I’d tell that it was about time was her heart rate, it slipped below 40 beats per minute, and her breathing pattern suddenly changed, I knew it was time.
Cat’s “Sixth Sense” Predicting Death? I think this is an amazing story, Oscar, a hospice cat at the Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Providence, R.I. seems to have a sixth sense that when he senses that their time is near, he goes to the room, jumps onto the bed, curls up next to the patient, and purrs. His actions can sometimes help alert the staff to notify family members in time for them to get to the nursing home to tell their loved ones goodbye.
I came home for lunch today and my water lily is in bloom, the only time that it’d bloom for me is during the noontime, if I wait until evening, it’d have been closed. I got lucky today and couldn’t resist showing it off.
I’m happy as to how the pond looks now, but it has not been this way in the past, more like pea soup color, I was a bit depressed at first. At one point, I drained out half of the water and refilled it with new water, and dropped all kinds of chemical in there to make it clearer, but nothing seemed to work. Then I visited my second sister, she told me that it was supposed to be like that for the first couple of weeks until the ecosystem of the pond balance itself, at this point I feel a bit stupid, but at the same time relief that there’s hope for my pond.
The water lily plant seems to help make the pond water clearer; I read that when you introduce desirable aquatic plants into your water garden, they compete with pond algae for the available nutrition, and if there are enough plants, they’ll naturally minimize the available nutrition and in the process, they’ll control pond algae for you naturally. I think my Koi fish also eat the algae. Below are photos taken today
My dog, Teddy passed away this morning due to old age; it’d be too emotional for me to call or e-mailing friends and family to give notice of his death, so let this post be his obituary, and marked the date of his death, June 18, 2007.
Teddy was 12 years old, not quite making it to 13th at the time of his death, like any loss, he will be missed. He had been a great companion and a comfort to know that he kept watch, never once failed his duty, and his barking, which had been annoying to my neighbors at times, will be missed.
A friend gave this poem to me, very sweet of her and I’d like to share, especially to those whom had lost their pet.
This is one of my sisters’ fish/lily pond, which she wanted my oldest sister in NYC to see. The lily pads and fishes were very small when you last saw them over a month ago; see how big they are now. Read the rest of this entry »
One day, Yipso ran out to the road, he was trying to catch up with my wife, which she went to a nearby mini-mart to buy some miscellaneous household items. He ran into the on coming traffic, and was hit by a car; his body flew to the curb…
I probably don’t have to tell you what kind of condition my wife was in; how she felt; her scream could be heard all the way to our house. She screamed in horror,
‘Yipso got hit by a car!’
We ran out to see, rushed Yipso to a near by clinic, (you probably wondered if the driver of that car that hit Yipso took any responsibility for his action, can you believe it, he didn’t even stop). The doctor gave Yipso a shot, might have been for pain, and then patch up his wound that he received from the accident. The doctor told us that Yipso had several broken ribs, and was in critical condition, he wanted to keep Yipso overnight for observation because Yipso might not make it. My wife and I both agreed that if Yipso was to die, we want him to die at home; at least he would be closed to his brothers, mom, and dad. The doctor agreed to our request, he told us to put thick layers of fabric for him to lie on; this would help to alleviate some of his pain.
We took Yipso home; we placed several layers of blankets for him to lie on the floor. We sat by his side most of the night, spoke to him as if he was one of us, and can fully comprehend what we were saying to him.
My wife said to Yipso, ‘Are you hurt son…it will be all right, mommy will stay here with you.’
My son then said, ‘Don’t worry Yipso; Seamai will rub some medicine on for you so you won’t feel the pain.’ (One of my sons’ named was Seamai).
We all would take turns talking to Yipso, gave him words of encouragement and comfort, I think deep down inside, those words were for us as well. We all were touched by his response to our words, even though his eyes were practically shut, but his tail was wagging the whole time. At one point, I laid him on my lab, and another, my wife would place his face right next to hers’. We stayed with Yipso until 11 pm; he then drifted off to sleep, so we let him rest.
I once had a dog-named Ralph. Ralph was a mixed breed of Lhasa Apso and Shih Tzu, he was a unique little guy. He passed away over 10 years ago, died of old age. Nevertheless, it was traumatic to all of us because he was considered a member of our family. I took it the hardest because we went through so much together, technically speaking; he wasn’t my dog, he was my youngest sister’s dog; I rather inherited him when he was ill with diabetes. Yes, animals have very similar diseases and illness like human, Ralph was no exception, he had to be cared for in the same way as people with diabetes.
When he was first diagnosed with the illness, I was a poor college student, working, trying to pay my way through school at the time; I was living in NYC. Ralph was ill; he lost a lot of weight, and stayed hungry and thirsty all the time. I took him to the veterinary hospital, and they told me he had diabetes. It was such a shock to me at the time; I didn’t know how I was going to pay for his treatment and his maintenance drugs. If I remember correctly, I started to cry in front of the veterinarian but he assured me that Ralph would be okay as long as I give him insulin shots, morning and night. I’m not a big fan of needles, actually afraid of them but it didn’t take me long to get use to it. They kept him at the veterinary hospital for almost a week to regulate his insulin; his medical billed was quiet a bit, but luckily all my sisters helped pay for it.
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