To round out 2022, S's hamster died tonight. In a way, it's a relief, so we don't have to find a hamster-sitter when we go on vacation. You took care of him when we went to Chicago. I had to drop him at my friend's house this summer.
He had a good life, except for the last few months. He was almost 3 years old. He got an eye infection in May or June, and then he had a big sore on his neck. Then he started losing his hair. Poor little guy. I fed him sunflower seeds all the time. You liked petting him, even though he preferred biting us. You called him your little buddy. Or if you wanted to irritate S, you'd call him Hammie. His name was Wiley. Or was it Wylie? I don't even know.
We're going to have a burial tomorrow on the back of the berm, where Gills the betta fish and your friend's puppy who had distemper are buried. It's becoming a bit of a pet cemetery out there.
I hope that's the end of all the bad news for a long time.
Love,
A
Oh, dear. That's a lot of loss in a particular chunk of space and time. Maybe sage is called for to clear away some of the energy waves of 2022 so that they don't linger into 2023.
ReplyDeleteHow is S doing re Wylie? Wishing you both comfort and solace. And a terrific consolation vacation.
She's OK - she was a little sad, but we have been expecting it. Plus, finding a hamster-sitter was not easy, and we have a trip planned.
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