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Bunny just died a few minutes ago at about 12.40pm.

We brought him to the vet to treat his fungal infection on his forehead, and after giving him two jabs and some cream and advising us to bathe him, he got worse and worse – his two front paws were so weak that eventually he couldn’t even move around.

When I got back from my Japanese class last night while it was raining, I found him shivering under the car hardly moving as his paws were bent at such an odd angle. Vets were all closed on Sunday nights, so my bro and I brought him to see a vet in Taipan a few hours ago. Vet declared that he’s in a very bad shape and his condition was probably due to old age, and gave us some vitamins that we were supposed to force-feed him with.

We got home. I got on MSN in a group convo with Jon, Suet, Kai Tzin, Ding.

A couple of minutes later my mum called me to come down, and he was hardly moving, lying down on his side. Eyes were open. My mum, my bro, and I gathered around him as we stroked him, feeling his soft fur. Those two open eyes – staring at us, staring at anything around him – gradually closed a few minutes later.

Couldn’t feel his heartbeat anymore.

He passed away.

He was 12. Or 10.

He was such a picture of health just a month ago, still hopping after me or any of us whenever I reached home and walked towards the door. And I’d stop whatever I was doing and pet him for a while, scratching his forehead.

And we didn’t spend enough time with him as a pet owner should, and that, we failed him. He was craving for our attention.

My biggest regret is I can’t snap any more pics of him anymore.

Funny – how clichés work. They’re so often-repeated, but they’re also so often true. That when a loved one is gone, you’ll only end up treasuring them more than when they were alive.