Twiggy was my hamster, and I did everything I could for her in her final days. She became very weak and lethargic, and age-related health problems caused her to suffer. I tried to ensure she still drank water, but I knew that she was very ill Monday night. She was having difficulty breathing, and her whole tiny body was limp in my hand. Upon discovering her stiffer than sleep, I buried her in a little box in the backyard and planted some grass on her grave in a private memorial, and sent her off with wishes of love and happiness in the afterlife. I can only hope she enjoys the Rainbrow Bridge. She was a good pet and a good friend, and her twitching whiskers and soft fur were a comfort to me.
This was her.
My dad doesn't think I should have any more pets until I graduate college. I will now proceed to be lonely.
The loss of my pet is a sort of cherry on the s**t sundae that has been my life for the last two weeks. Not only has my job been especially rough, with the kids at camp out of control, but my grandmother is growing weak in the hospital, and things fell apart with the guy I was seeing. So, yeah. I could use some chocolate... or a hug.
An update!
Meet Brie!!
No, I don't have a real photo yet. However, that's a pretty good facsimile. She's a white rat with a jagged brown mark on her forehead. She's only 7 weeks old. Itty tiny baby. She's currently asnooze under her wheel, dreaming. I love rats, because they're so intelligent, and I think I'll be happier with a furry friend.
My grandmother has been moved to a nursing home, and she's still struggling. At least she's not in the hospital anymore.
Summer camp is over, and I'm jobless, and I never thought I'd be so happy to be unemployed.
But at least I won't be lonely for my last year of school. ^___^
