Death of a pet


Man, oh man, were we sad.  In fact, I’m pretty sure that we were bawling our eyes out, the kind of bawling your eyes our where you can’t even breathe.  Our hamster, Angel, was dying and we were absolutely devastated.

So, what did we do?  Well, it was 2AM, my cousin, sister and I were having a sleepover, so of course, we called my aunt.  She gifted us the hamster, so of course she would save it’s life.  However, gifting a hamster does not make you a vet and neither does calling someone at midnight when they are already in bed. 

We needed a plan B, and we were going to rescue this poor hamster that obviously couldn’t breath.  Watching E.R. on occassion must pay off, right?  CPR was the answer and we thought we knew what we were doing.  We got a straw from the kitchen, cut it in half and shoved it down this poor hamster’s throat.  We started breathing into the straw, thinking this would somehow bring the poor thing back to perfect health.  Visualizing this in my head now, it’s pretty comical.  Back then, it was all business.  This poor hamster was in an old shoe box, surronded by tissue (for comfort), lying on its back with a straw shoved down it’s throat.  What were we thinking?  But we didn’t stop there…  on no, you see, the other part of CPR is pumping the heart.  And yes, we did that too.  We didn’t press too hard because we knew that would be bad (at least we had some sense, right?)  We lost Angel that night.  We cried and cried together on the floor of our bathroom. 

A few weeks ago, we decided to have a cousin sleepover and we recounted this story to our little sisters.  We could not stop laughing.  It’s funny when you look back on things that happened as a kid and realize how goofy some of your ideas were.  I’m happy that we got a good laugh out of it though. 


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My memories are something that I treasure. Some memories I want to capture in writing because I want to be able to share them from generation to generation, others are just something I want to keep in my heart. Whether it's something that just happened or something that happened years ago, I want to have it to keep.
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3 Responses to Death of a pet

  1. I can really relate to the Angel’s death. I found my stiff Sammie in his cage after a night of running on the wheel fast and furious. I cried so long and so hard. Thanks for the idea for a new post. xo

  2. runningfancy says:

    this is a wonderful piece! made me literally, laugh. out. loud!

  3. mpistek says:

    I dont know whether to laugh or feel terrible for that poor poor animal that you tortured even more at the end of its life…. a straw, lol!

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