HammieandMerlin
01-05-2014, 07:54 AM
Dear Winnie,
I wasn't there when you needed me the most, and I didn't get to say goodbye, so I will here.
You had me hooked from the day you fell off your wheel at the pet store. I had sworn off ever getting a pet store ham again, and I was going to stick to it. But I couldn't get you out of my head. I was just planning on asking Mike if we could go get you when someone left Mowgli on my door, so I had to try to forget you.
That of course didn't happen. And three months later, we brought you home because the pet store was giving you away because you had bumble foot. You made a speedy recovery and you were so friendly we couldn't believe it.
You were always getting into something. Always. And you had no sense of balance. Or fear for that matter. Nothing ever scared you, and I admired that when it wasn't keeping me up at night ;)
The night before I went to see my family for Christmas, we had lots of fun out and about in the apartment. You snuggled in the pocket of my sweater and enjoyed lots of pets, without a care in the world.
I left you and your brothers and sisters in the care of a friend, who had looked after you before. I don't know what changed, or why he didn't check, but somehow you got cold, and sick, and baby I swear if I'd known I'd have come back right away. He didn't tell me until it was far too late, but I made him go back and stay with you, because I couldn't let you be alone, because you'd never left me alone once. I'll never forgive myself for what happened, and I can't make sense of any of it right now. How it went unnoticed, why he didn't tell me, and why he left once he realized something was wrong. Nothing adds up, but I am somehow left with an empty tank, and no giant orange furball to greet me. And with Boo being sick I feel like I can't even grieve you properly. All I can tell you is that my heart is broken, and I am so sorry and that I miss you, baby girl.
I wasn't there when you needed me the most, and I didn't get to say goodbye, so I will here.
You had me hooked from the day you fell off your wheel at the pet store. I had sworn off ever getting a pet store ham again, and I was going to stick to it. But I couldn't get you out of my head. I was just planning on asking Mike if we could go get you when someone left Mowgli on my door, so I had to try to forget you.
That of course didn't happen. And three months later, we brought you home because the pet store was giving you away because you had bumble foot. You made a speedy recovery and you were so friendly we couldn't believe it.
You were always getting into something. Always. And you had no sense of balance. Or fear for that matter. Nothing ever scared you, and I admired that when it wasn't keeping me up at night ;)
The night before I went to see my family for Christmas, we had lots of fun out and about in the apartment. You snuggled in the pocket of my sweater and enjoyed lots of pets, without a care in the world.
I left you and your brothers and sisters in the care of a friend, who had looked after you before. I don't know what changed, or why he didn't check, but somehow you got cold, and sick, and baby I swear if I'd known I'd have come back right away. He didn't tell me until it was far too late, but I made him go back and stay with you, because I couldn't let you be alone, because you'd never left me alone once. I'll never forgive myself for what happened, and I can't make sense of any of it right now. How it went unnoticed, why he didn't tell me, and why he left once he realized something was wrong. Nothing adds up, but I am somehow left with an empty tank, and no giant orange furball to greet me. And with Boo being sick I feel like I can't even grieve you properly. All I can tell you is that my heart is broken, and I am so sorry and that I miss you, baby girl.