Thursday, February 22, 2007
Our dear little Peppo died late last night/early this morning. Doug and I had been watching a movie until way too late. It ended just after midnight. We had noticed lately that Peps had been slowing down, so I went to check on her and have a quick cuddle. I knew as soon as I picked her up that she would not last the night. She felt very weak. So Doug and I sat with her, cuddling and petting her. She seemed to have a short series of spasms, and then she died quietly in my arms.
I know that losing a hamster is not on the same scale as losing a cat or dog, or some other long-lived pet. Hamsters just don't live long enough to make that kind of impact, but we love ours to bits. They do not smell bad the way mice and gerbils do, and they have interesting quirks and personality traits.
We got Pepper about a year and a half ago, and right away I knew she was different from any other hamster I'd ever owned. She was very gentle and loved to cuddle, curled up in the crook of my elbow. She enjoyed rolling around in her ball and somehow always ended up in the bathroom. One day, she was rolling around in her ball downstairs, and the lid of the ball fell off. Doug noticed that the ball sound had stopped and went to investigate. She had walked out of her ball and wandered behind the dryer. He called to her, and out she came, covered in dust bunnies. Her favorite foods were: corn (especially popping corn), scrambled egg, honey seed sticks, dog biscuits, cilantro, and grilled cheese sandwich. If she was fast asleep in her nest and didn't want to be disturbed, she would wave a sleepy paw as if to say: "Go Away." But if you dangled a bit of grilled cheese or cilantro (or other favorites), she would wake up almost instantly, pop up out of her nest, and accept it gladly. "Oh yeah...I could eat!"
We will miss you, Peps.