I have been remiss in not updating, although now my update is a little sad. M had another very sad day yesterday, and I feel absolutely shitty about it.
I was just talking about how we had managed to keep this hamster for over six months and what did that do? I jinxed us. Yesterday we came home to a disaster. Rufus (the newest foster dog) did not meet us at the front door so I immediately knew something was wrong. As soon as I rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, I saw the stuffing from the hamster cage spilled all over the floor and knew something bad was waiting for me on the other side of the bathroom door. The cage was completely apart, and there was Hairball's lifeless body.
Hearing M wail for half an hour broke my heart. Then before bed she thought maybe she had left the bathroom door open and that it might have been her fault. Another half hour of absolute wailing.
Today I had to call the same vet that cremated Fluffy to make sure I could bring in Hairball. Apparently I was charged the incorrect price last time because the correct price for private cremation of a 6 ounce hamster is $104. After I recovered from my shock, I had to figure out what to do. Do I explain to an 8 year old that there is way in fucking hell I'm paying over $100 to cremate an animal that fits in my hand and cost $10? Or do I simply take the hamster in, hand it over, buy the little paw print ceramic tile, and three weeks from now bring a home a box that looks like the last one? I'm thinking option number two sounds really good.
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