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We woke up this morning to find Pebbles (my sister's hamster) lying in the middle of his cage, cold and stiff like a rock. He was, in all probability, dead for hours. Yet his sister (Tiger Lily) was still huddled next to him, trying in vain to nuzzle him awake and cuddle up to him the way they usually do when they sleep. This may sound silly, but I was quite shaken by the sight. I think that taught me a lot about love and acceptance - though it probably is debatable to some extent since we never know what hamsters are thinking. Sure, it could be the case that she simply didn't know that he was dead. Honestly though, how much more obvious can it be that someone or something has died once rigor mortis has set in?

A part of me feels sad that he's gone, but yet I have to say I was expecting this. I suspect he had cancer (because he started developing some growths/lumps at various parts of his body) but as he is an old hamster, I suppose it was about time for him to go as well. At least it happened while we are at home and not in Taiwan.

The truth of the matter is he was our favorite out of all the three because he was so squishy, cuddly and lovable. He was brave and cheerful to the end, still high-spirited, climbing up and down and all around as usual despite his condition. Now there's only one left - Tiger Lily - and I am rather worried that this will affect her as Pebbles had always been the one taking care of her, grooming her and making sure she stays safe, fed, clean and happy. She just looks so lonely in the little pink cage now - just one furry little body sitting alone in a corner where there used to be two.




Once again, it is an extremely grey and rainy day - exactly the way it was when Dusty died two months ago. Very reminiscent of that, indeed.

Okay, I gotta stop writing about this before I start getting all teary and emotional.

Labels: rainy days, saying goodbye