Cocoa was PTS this evening at about 18:15. She had lost some 20% of her body weight over the two weeks and had become, in the vet's words "a very poorly hamster".
We were given a few minutes to say our goodbyes, we took a couple of pictures and then spent the rest of the time kissing her and telling her we loved her. In too short a time for forever, the vet came and took her away for gas and then an injection. She said afterwards that Cocoa went very peacefully.
I think we knew in our hearts that it was the likely outcome today, but it didn't make the decision any easier or less tearful - what the vet made of two weeping middle aged professionals I don't know, but she showed us nothing but sympathy.
Afterwards we took the body away in a plain box, and looking at her she seems very peaceful. Cleaning out her cage was hard as it sparked a long series of tear-inducing thoughts of things we will never see her do again.
I expect a bit of a roller-coaster over the next few days - grief is a funny business, coming in unexpected powerful waves which go better if you roll with them.
Thank you for sharing your life with us, Cocoa. I am never very enthusiastic to begin with about getting new hamsters, but you enhanced my life in many lovely and unexpected ways by your tiny presence.
Play well at the bridge little one.