Hot Cross Bun

My little girl has arrived yesterday and she's a bun of character. My friends mention how much she is a replica of me, just that she's in the form of a bun; cute, lovely, curious, unafraid, smart, alert, mischevious, well adapted, brave. That really reminds me of Dopey.

Despite their inkling differences, I won't treat her as a substitute of Dopey. No one/bun can replace Dopey's place in my heart. She's one in a million, once in a lifetime. Having her was the greatest blessing I ever had. It's a shame she didn't live long enough a life and that half her life was spent shuttling between home and hospitals/clinics. Surgeries, injections and digging into her fresh wound (literally as a form of treatment) was a common affair. However, my hands never failed to shiver each time I had to jab her. I wonder if she knows the emotional torment I go through each time she's going through some 'phyical torment'.

Even all the pain that she has to put up with, she never once cringed, so long as we're by her side. All she ever asked for was companion, attention and TLC. Nothing more than that. That is how easily satisfied she is.

Her spirit and attitude in life is a virtue I will want to learn and live by in life. Dopey, you are greatly missed. I love you loads.