well, today was good...I stayed at school all day and hung out with friends. I got some homework done and went home..I did my chores and went to bed. now..It's been weeks sence I last cleaned my hamster cage.I saw both of them running around the other day. I knew it was time to feed and water them again so I thought I might as well clean it. I woke them up as I usually do by tapping on the cage. well, one came out of his home, a yogurt bottom. the other one didn't. I thought something was wrong. and I was right. caster has a broken back and prolly wont make it threw the night. I started out with three of them. Aries, the god of war, bacaus, the god of wine, and caster, the god of gemini. Aries got mean and I had to put him in a differn't cage. my cat choas, who ran away, got him. still in his cage though. but he died 10/14/05. yes I keep trake of when they die because there brothers and they should have all died on the same day but I knew something would go wrong. womens intuition you know. anyway, now casters going to die. I tryed giving him water and he didn't want it. I tryed food and he didn't want it. he just wanted to be held. this is wierd for my hamsters. they hate to be held. they like running around. well, caster was sitting in my hand for the longest time. I was petting him and everything. testing his feet and behind for a while. niether work. and he has to use his front feet to move around. there's no way he'll make it through the night. I wish I could stay up with him. but when he dies I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm afraid of dead things and I wont be able to hold him. god I'm scared just thinking about it. every time I thought he had died in my hand I shifted him to the other hand and he had to get himself comfortable again. he must be in so much pain. poor thing. I hate to put him back in that cage too. I'm hoping he dies in the yogurt thing cus he keeps trying to go up the tube I have on that thing. what else can I do. the other cage doesn't have a bottom and I know he'll try to get up. I mean, I sat him down for a few seconds on my bed while trying to get the cage clean and he rolls his little butt off the bed. I thought OH GOD. now he's really dead. no, he was crawling around seconds later. so I put him in the other cage with his brother so I could clean there home. I can't stop thinking about how I'm a pet killer. I swear I can't keep one sence my baby Binky died. He was my kitty. I loved him so much. but yeah me+pet=death. it's a horable analogy but it's true.
 Usukie_Ichihara · Thu Feb 09, 2006 @ 07:31am · 1 Comments |
