I wasn't sure how to title this so please bear with me...
On Sunday, I lost my hamster, Sampson. He was one of the hamsters I took in last winter after they were taken from a hoarding situation. I knew that when I adopted the group that they may not have the same life expectancy as others. After all, they were being kept in horrid situations and many came to me ill or injured. Sadly, their prior history caught up with many of them early on and I have lost nearly all of them. Sampson was the most special. He developed a severe case of wet tail and we went above and beyond to save him. He did live and was my miracle hamster. He was "the little hamster that could." I adored him. But, unfortunately, his time came too soon and he passed away quietly and peacefully on Sunday.
After losing Sampson, I swore up and down that I was not going to take in any others. Their short lives are heartbreaking and it is so difficult to lose them. Of the many I fostered and later adopted, I have just one left. I have a male Roborovski hamster named Darby who is alive and well. I figured I would give him all of my love and, when he passed, move on. But, things don't always go as planned. My roommate, who I've been so angry with over the last week or two, redeemed herself and surprised me with two baby gerbils born to a gerbil her coworkers daughter recently acquired (the gerbil had unknowingly been pregnant when purchased). So, amidst all of the sadness of losing Sampson, there is reason for joy.
My roommate brought home two adorable baby gerbils (about 3 months old) yesterday. She got them a cage and a bunch of accessories and surprised me with everything when she returned home from work. The gerbils are two little girls and are as cute as can be. And, while I am still heartbroken over Sampson, it feels good to know these two babies now have a home and someone to love them. I'll always love hamsters and gerbils -- I just thought the heartbreak was too much. But, without sadness, how could I recognize joy? And, today, I am joyful.
The two girlies have been named Daisy and Delilah. They are teensy yet, but are so sweet and silly. And, I promise that I'll try to get pictures in the next day or two. I'm letting them settle in and I am waiting to fully accessorize their cage. So, stay tuned for the pictures to come. But, they are precious and I'm looking forward to watching them grow. I'm still sad about Sampson, but I think he would be happy for me. In fact, I know it.
I'm not ready to post in the RB section for Sampson, but I hope to be able to in the coming days. It's hard to smile when you're sad, but I know Sampson is looking down on me and is happy that I have two new babies to love. And, of course, I still have my Darby boy. I guess, after all, I wasn't ready to not have these little critters in my life anymore. My roommate knew that and really came through for me. So, with some tears and a smile, I'm posting here today.
I feel like I'm all over the place and so I apologize if this was written poorly or doesn't make sense. I just wanted to get it all down...
On Sunday, I lost my hamster, Sampson. He was one of the hamsters I took in last winter after they were taken from a hoarding situation. I knew that when I adopted the group that they may not have the same life expectancy as others. After all, they were being kept in horrid situations and many came to me ill or injured. Sadly, their prior history caught up with many of them early on and I have lost nearly all of them. Sampson was the most special. He developed a severe case of wet tail and we went above and beyond to save him. He did live and was my miracle hamster. He was "the little hamster that could." I adored him. But, unfortunately, his time came too soon and he passed away quietly and peacefully on Sunday.
After losing Sampson, I swore up and down that I was not going to take in any others. Their short lives are heartbreaking and it is so difficult to lose them. Of the many I fostered and later adopted, I have just one left. I have a male Roborovski hamster named Darby who is alive and well. I figured I would give him all of my love and, when he passed, move on. But, things don't always go as planned. My roommate, who I've been so angry with over the last week or two, redeemed herself and surprised me with two baby gerbils born to a gerbil her coworkers daughter recently acquired (the gerbil had unknowingly been pregnant when purchased). So, amidst all of the sadness of losing Sampson, there is reason for joy.
My roommate brought home two adorable baby gerbils (about 3 months old) yesterday. She got them a cage and a bunch of accessories and surprised me with everything when she returned home from work. The gerbils are two little girls and are as cute as can be. And, while I am still heartbroken over Sampson, it feels good to know these two babies now have a home and someone to love them. I'll always love hamsters and gerbils -- I just thought the heartbreak was too much. But, without sadness, how could I recognize joy? And, today, I am joyful.
The two girlies have been named Daisy and Delilah. They are teensy yet, but are so sweet and silly. And, I promise that I'll try to get pictures in the next day or two. I'm letting them settle in and I am waiting to fully accessorize their cage. So, stay tuned for the pictures to come. But, they are precious and I'm looking forward to watching them grow. I'm still sad about Sampson, but I think he would be happy for me. In fact, I know it.
I'm not ready to post in the RB section for Sampson, but I hope to be able to in the coming days. It's hard to smile when you're sad, but I know Sampson is looking down on me and is happy that I have two new babies to love. And, of course, I still have my Darby boy. I guess, after all, I wasn't ready to not have these little critters in my life anymore. My roommate knew that and really came through for me. So, with some tears and a smile, I'm posting here today.
I feel like I'm all over the place and so I apologize if this was written poorly or doesn't make sense. I just wanted to get it all down...
