Rover, the suicidal hamster that bites the hand that feeds him….while you are actually in the process of feeding him….has gone to that big hamster wheel in the sky. I just found him, went to tell Anna Grace and she wasn’t that upset. But then I realized she also wasn’t that clear on what had happened.
I told her that he died, she asked when he would be back.
I told her he went to live with Jesus, she said that wasn’t true because he’s sleeping right there.
Rinse and repeat.
Funeral tomorrow…. in the rain….our backyard. And…just in case ya needed to know…those little ziplock plastic containers with the screw top lid….they make perfect hamster coffins. Just sayin’!
“hamster coffin” AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA
Obviously your whole experience with the cat has become a distant memory. Remember what happened when you told her the cat “went to live with Jesus?” Can’t wait to hear the conversations that will transpire over the next few weeks!
Poor hamster. Did he finally “off” himself in the end? And somehow I won’t be able to look at those little plastic containers in the same way in the future.
Didn’t you learn your lesson with the cat? AG is going to start thinking Jesus is an animal hoarder.