So, I just posted about the Robo separation, and how well it was going.
Apparently I spoke too soon.
G went to check on and feed the girls, and found Hip-Hop curled up in her food dish. For a brief moment, he thought she might be sleeping, but it was soon confirmed that she was gone. I was asleep on the sofa, due to a hard day of manual labor, and he came in and woke me up. He said he was bummed, and needed a hug. It took me a few moments to come to and realize that he was holding her food dish and the food bag. My heart sank, and I asked him what happened to the girls. He told me he thought she was gone, and lowered the dish so I could see. My first thought was that we didn’t separate them in time, and Rhymin’ was too weak, and went. He corrected me, and told me it was Hip-Hop. He sank down on the couch next to me, and I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up. I reached out a fingertip to pet her, and felt her cold body. I felt terrible. I am pretty sure there was nothing that could have been done, but I still feel guilty. Part of me felt silly for being a grown woman, sobbing over this teeny-tiny creature. However, I adore the girls! I was upset that we had to separate them, but I know it wasn’t Hip-Hop’s fault, they are solitary by nature.
When G gets home from work, we are having a memorial. We shall bury her in the garden, and mark the spot with my wee fat squirrel statue. I will sing “Tiny Hamster” and we will recite the parts we can remember from the Flight of the Conchords rap battle.
We are going to wait until Rhymin’s time comes (hopefully in the expected two or three years…not sooner!) to get new hamsters.
If you aren’t familiar with Robo-dwarves…they are fast. Very, very fast. We’d tried to get photos, but 99% of the time, they come out as furry blurs. Luckily, our dear friend, Proptart, was able to get a couple of successful shots while hamster-sitting over the holidays. You can see Hip-hop’s furry adorableness, and how much her kitty adored Hip-hop.
