So, Syhto and I buried our hamster, Hammy tonight.
He got sick yesterday, was coughing and sneezing, so we took care of him as well as we could then took him to the vet today. They gave him antibiotics and water, we took him home, and he seemed to be getting better.
Then he passed away while he was lying on my chest as I rubbed him, trying to massage him and make him comfortable.
I know it seems stupid, but I loved that little hamster, we joked around about how he was our "fur baby" to other people, and he was the happiest little dude I've ever seen.
RIP Hammy.
We'd been using a hamster forum to ask for help, and I recorded that maybe 5 minutes before he died. He had perked up and had been crawling around on syhto, and we both thought he was getting better, I looked away and then looked back down at him and he was just staring at me and not breathing.
Then we commenced the howling, rolling around on the floor, and hyperventilating.
So now I'm pouring out my grief by telling you guys about it, because I know you guys don't really fucking care, but I do, so here's to Hammy. We buried him out in a lightning storm because he was fucking metal and he would have wanted to go out that way. We packed his box with his little igloo that he loved, his favorite food and treats, her polar bear hat, and a chew stick.
See you in the next life, buddy.
He got sick yesterday, was coughing and sneezing, so we took care of him as well as we could then took him to the vet today. They gave him antibiotics and water, we took him home, and he seemed to be getting better.
Then he passed away while he was lying on my chest as I rubbed him, trying to massage him and make him comfortable.
I know it seems stupid, but I loved that little hamster, we joked around about how he was our "fur baby" to other people, and he was the happiest little dude I've ever seen.
RIP Hammy.
We'd been using a hamster forum to ask for help, and I recorded that maybe 5 minutes before he died. He had perked up and had been crawling around on syhto, and we both thought he was getting better, I looked away and then looked back down at him and he was just staring at me and not breathing.
Then we commenced the howling, rolling around on the floor, and hyperventilating.
So now I'm pouring out my grief by telling you guys about it, because I know you guys don't really fucking care, but I do, so here's to Hammy. We buried him out in a lightning storm because he was fucking metal and he would have wanted to go out that way. We packed his box with his little igloo that he loved, his favorite food and treats, her polar bear hat, and a chew stick.
See you in the next life, buddy.
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