Hammie has died. It's exactly a month after his adopted sister, Milou, died in Ann Arbor.
He came to my family as a runaway last year, a little scrap of mottled grey fur and legs. With a good deal of care and food (and a lot of love, especially from my dad), he swelled to normal proportions. But my mom wrote to say that he'd gotten skinny again a couple of months ago.
Over the past two weeks, he barely ate and drank, save for the morsels of fruit my brother gave him each morning. He got weaker, barely moving around his home. My mom would stroke his back, and then he'd go back inside and fall asleep.
The little fellow was the most gentle of creatures I'd ever seen. Unlike most hamsters (that is, unlike my fiery Milou), he never bit anyone.
Rest in peace, Hammie. I'm glad you found us. Goodbye.

I'm sorry to hear. =(
Posted by: a l at June 9, 2005 11:40 PMgoodbye hammie... (*sob*)
Posted by: tiggie at June 10, 2005 5:49 AMWe buried Hammie in the garden by the wall where it's shady. Somehow the living room seems so quiet and bare without him. Last few days we could still hear him on the treadmill.... He'll be missed so will Milou. They're now "together" although they never met.
Posted by: ireneheng at June 10, 2005 7:27 AMI'll miss them both. =(
Posted by: monoceros at June 10, 2005 3:11 PM