No hammies left

This morning Brenna, our last surviving hamster was helped over the Rainbow
Bridge. She was a beautiful Syrian girl was brought into the vet where my
daughter works as a PetCo reject. She had a weakened front arm that made her
un-sell-able. Apparently they dumped babies into the tank each week and
allowed her to become full grown. We brought her home that first night and
gave her the best a hammie could ask for...a clean tank, Care Fresh, a good
hamster mix, water and a Wodent. She loved and appreciated all of it, even
her Wodent with that weak limb. She preferred to be left alone, but would
tolerate some lovin' if we insisted. Brenna developed a very fast growing
tumor on her chest recently and we kept her comfortable. Today she wasn't
comfortable anymore and we helped her cross the Bridge. Now she has 4 strong
legs and no more pain...

RIP Brenna

Sharon

k2ma wrote:

> This morning Brenna, our last surviving hamster was helped over the Rainbow
> Bridge. She was a beautiful Syrian girl was brought into the vet where my
> daughter works as a PetCo reject. She had a weakened front arm that made her
> un-sell-able. Apparently they dumped babies into the tank each week and
> allowed her to become full grown. We brought her home that first night and
> gave her the best a hammie could ask for...a clean tank, Care Fresh, a good
> hamster mix, water and a Wodent. She loved and appreciated all of it, even
> her Wodent with that weak limb. She preferred to be left alone, but would
> tolerate some lovin' if we insisted. Brenna developed a very fast growing
> tumor on her chest recently and we kept her comfortable. Today she wasn't
> comfortable anymore and we helped her cross the Bridge. Now she has 4 strong
> legs and no more pain...
>
> RIP Brenna

You have my condolences. That is, to say the least, no fun. In some ways
it's even rougher with a hamster than a dog or cat, I think, because of
their short lifespan.

When my son was little and his first goldfish died, he was beside
himself; when the second one died, it was a little easier; and by the
time the sixth or seventh one died, he'd just announce it, much the way
he might say "The mail's here." I figure it'd be a lot harder to be that
blase about hamsters, no matter how many you lose. You don't need me to
tell you that pets (defined here as "animals you can pet") are family
members, so it's always hard.

(Hope that's not too much of a downer....)

B