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Rough week this week. Our beloved Hammy the diabetic hamster went on to the big exercise wheel in the sky.
And I had one devastated little boy on my hands which in turn devastated me. Holding Hammy’s fading little furry body in his hands Logan sobbed, “This is the worst day of my life!”
I don’t know whose heart ached more – his for Hammy or mine for my son.
The day Logan’s cousin gave him a hamster for his 8th birthday only nine months ago (without checking with Mommy or Daddy first, mind you), it was love at first sight. How could we say no to a child who has so desperately wanted a fuzzy little kitten from the moment he said, “Meow-Meow kitty” at a year old – who now recognized this fuzzy little dwarf hamster as its surrogate?
Oh, and how he loved Hammy. Every morning he would collect her from her cage, rubbing his cheek along her calico fur proclaiming, “I just can’t resist...
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