When we purchased three dwarf hamster sisters a while back, I knew someday they would each die. I didn't expect it to be so sad.
The first two died last spring within a week of each other, so we've been waiting for the third Mocha to pass away for months. But she kept on kicking! You could tell she was getting older; a little shaky when moving, sleeping a lot. But sometimes she got in that wheel and gave it a great run.
Last couple weeks she started to turn downhill. Weird throat clearing like she had something stuck, movement really stiff. We felt bad watching her struggle but there was nothing we could do and she always seemed to shake it off. Last night in fact she was having a really hard time of it, but still climbed into her wheel for a couple laps. Good old Mocha!
This morning however I found she had ran her last lap. With great sadness I boxed her up and put her in a cold secure spot in the garage for burial in the spring.
Goodbye Mocha the Third. You will be missed.
2 comments:
I didn't expect it to be so sad when the hamsters died either. The hardest part was watching her suffer...watching them all suffer in their last days.
I dread the day Storm dies...that girl's got so much personality, way more than the Mochas, and it was sad enough with them.
My parent's back yard is a hamster graveyard. The little buggers are easy to get attached to.
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