Bebe
06-01-2010, 01:58 PM
These are my lost babies who are now in Hammy heaven...
Baz was my first, a long-haired Syrian my dad used to say looked like he had a little skirt around him. i was just a kid when i got him but i loved him, truly, and tamed him even though he bit me and drew blood once. he got cancer in his second year and had to be put down. my dad brought him home form the vets wrapped up in a scarf like he was sleeping and i cried all day and buried him in the garden under a wooden cross.
Yoshi came next, a tiny Russian dwarf who bit me so often that i preferred to give him loads of tunnels and rotastak houses rather than handle him myself (i was still a kid and couldn't tame him). i regret not taming him now tho...
Chandler was next, and he was such a good boy, a brown and white Syrian who was tam from the moment i got him. i spoiled him rotten and cried when i was forced to give him away because we were moving house and i couldn't take him with me.
And then there was Toby. After nine years without a hamster, i bought Toby, a grey and white Syrian male and i adored him so much. he was so gentle and cute and always up for a play or even a photograph. but i had only had him for four short months when he died of complications after he ate part of his plastic hamster house and damaged his insides. i bought that house for him, from a very respected pet shop, but i still feel guilty every time i think about how he died. I want to tell him i'm sorry... i was 22 when he passed away and i cried for hours.
RIP all my babies. i miss you
x
Baz was my first, a long-haired Syrian my dad used to say looked like he had a little skirt around him. i was just a kid when i got him but i loved him, truly, and tamed him even though he bit me and drew blood once. he got cancer in his second year and had to be put down. my dad brought him home form the vets wrapped up in a scarf like he was sleeping and i cried all day and buried him in the garden under a wooden cross.
Yoshi came next, a tiny Russian dwarf who bit me so often that i preferred to give him loads of tunnels and rotastak houses rather than handle him myself (i was still a kid and couldn't tame him). i regret not taming him now tho...
Chandler was next, and he was such a good boy, a brown and white Syrian who was tam from the moment i got him. i spoiled him rotten and cried when i was forced to give him away because we were moving house and i couldn't take him with me.
And then there was Toby. After nine years without a hamster, i bought Toby, a grey and white Syrian male and i adored him so much. he was so gentle and cute and always up for a play or even a photograph. but i had only had him for four short months when he died of complications after he ate part of his plastic hamster house and damaged his insides. i bought that house for him, from a very respected pet shop, but i still feel guilty every time i think about how he died. I want to tell him i'm sorry... i was 22 when he passed away and i cried for hours.
RIP all my babies. i miss you
x