Yesterday was a sad one for our family. Hammie, my older daughter’s beloved hamster, died. I know that some people think of hamsters as disposable pets, but he was a really special little guy, a truly sweet and gentle friend, and will be greatly missed. Death is hard to reconcile at any age, but especially hard for children, who so unabashedly appreciate life. The irony of Hammie’s death coming right on the tail of our mouse eradication plan isn’t lost on me. Cruel cosmic justice, how you speak to my soul.
pets
when to say enough’s enough.
I often joke that there’s an invisible sign in front of my house blinking “we feed” because even the neighborhood opossums and raccoons visit regularly. And people tease us about how many pets we have – a practical zoo as far as some are concerned – but even we have our limit. I mean, C’MON.
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And then this from today’s Inquirer. I started cracking up when I read the line: “Neighbors, possibly from the other hoarding homes, came to yell at the PSPCA agents yesterday.” Damn, if I had a house like that next to me I’d be cheering when they came. Those poor animals. Can you imagine the SMELL???