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I found little Newton dead in his cage today. I knew it was coming; he'd been getting skinnier and losing some of his hair, as old hamsters do; but somehow I still hoped he'd perk up and feel better.
I'm going to miss the little guy. He was a dwarf hamster--the size of a mouse--and he was the only one left in the pet store when my friend bought him for me. I think it was because he bit everyone who tried to handle him; but I just put on rubber gloves, let him do his biting, and fed him little tidbits from my hand. Soon enough he was happy to be picked up.
I remember the way he used to explore his cage after I'd cleaned it; and the way he made that hamster ball spin across the floor so fast it was practically a blur. I remember the rattle of the hamster wheel and the way I'd wake up and hear the tic-tic-tic of him getting a drink from the water bottle. I remember my housemate, who hated rodents, warming up to little Newton--she even called him "kinda cute".
Baby Girl used to sit on top of the stove and watch his cage. He'd come out to get food or run on his wheel, and she'd sit there with an intense expression, as though Newton were the most fascinating thing in the world. Today when Newton wasn't there, she cried. Maybe it was just "My world has changed and I'm confused"; but maybe she really misses her little hamster buddy. I know I do.
RIP, Newton. You'll be missed.
I'm going to miss the little guy. He was a dwarf hamster--the size of a mouse--and he was the only one left in the pet store when my friend bought him for me. I think it was because he bit everyone who tried to handle him; but I just put on rubber gloves, let him do his biting, and fed him little tidbits from my hand. Soon enough he was happy to be picked up.
I remember the way he used to explore his cage after I'd cleaned it; and the way he made that hamster ball spin across the floor so fast it was practically a blur. I remember the rattle of the hamster wheel and the way I'd wake up and hear the tic-tic-tic of him getting a drink from the water bottle. I remember my housemate, who hated rodents, warming up to little Newton--she even called him "kinda cute".
Baby Girl used to sit on top of the stove and watch his cage. He'd come out to get food or run on his wheel, and she'd sit there with an intense expression, as though Newton were the most fascinating thing in the world. Today when Newton wasn't there, she cried. Maybe it was just "My world has changed and I'm confused"; but maybe she really misses her little hamster buddy. I know I do.
RIP, Newton. You'll be missed.