Adoption = Losing Pumpkin

We are now Hamsterless.

Our son is devastated.

Hubby and I left for a weekend away (which, as you know, included a full day of reading for me while he attended a conference). Saturday morning, after a full night of sleep with NO interruptions, my cell dinged.

The frantic text from the babysitter read, “Hamster is dead. What do we do with it???”

I called, he cried. In the spirit of solidarity, our daughter cried. The sitter asked if she should throw it out, or bury it, or…

She did not want to bury it. I could tell. Something about the way her voice squeaked when she said “bury.”

I directed her to put the entire cage in Hubby’s work room and lock the door (being sure no cats wandered in).

This afternoon, we gathered as a family and had a Hammie Funeral. I found a heart-shaped rock, which our son placed on top of the Rubbermaid casket.

As my husband filled the dirt back in, our son asked me to say something about the hamster.

“Pumpkin was a good hamster. We all loved him. He never stopped trying to escape; he just knew one day he’d chew through those metal bars. We don’t know why he died, but we are glad for the time we had with him. Enjoy Hamster Heaven, Pumpkin. Run wild and free in the meadow with no bars to hold you back.”

Actually, that last part is what I wish I’d said. Note to self: tell the kids tomorrow that he’s running wild and free. They’ll like that.

And as much as I loved Pumpkin, I’m sort of relieved. Ever since we brought the new pup home, I’ve been dreading the day that acrobatic canine might find a way to jump from bed-to-chair-to-desk-to-dresser (I’ve already tossed him off our high kitchen table more than once) to the hamster cage.

Sad the hammie is gone; reallyreallyreallyreally glad the dog didn’t do it. He’s actually sleeping in our son’s room tonight–he’s a great therapy dog (not trained…he just is).

Once again, our kids face permanent separation. It never gets easier.

RIP, Pumpkin.

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Image fromย https://swimmerofnz.wordpress.com. It looks exactly like Pumpkin.

About Casey

Adoption = my life. I'll give it to you straight. Success, failure, truth.

Posted on March 8, 2015, in Adoption, parenting and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.

  1. Your son will always remember the funeral you had for his hamster. This will make him smile in later years when he thinks about you and his childhood.

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  2. Aww sorry about the hamster! We had hamsters too and yes it causes heartbreak. One drawback to having pets! But glad your son has such caring parents! And yes dogs are great!! Plus we decided we do the best with big pets like dogs. We had fish and I can’t tell you how many of them died! My girls actually begged me not to buy anymore! Its when I decided we were sticking with big pets ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Rest In Peace little Pumpkin. You were a lucky hamster to have been with a wonderful family.

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  4. Sorry to hear about Pumpkin. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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  5. Oh, so sorry to hear about the death of pumpkin and the effects on the kids! The last sentence in your post stabbed me in the heart. I felt better when I read Little Learner’s post. Your guidance and support mean everything to those kids, and you treated them with the dignity their grief for their pet deserves. Ach, I’m going to carry your post along with me today, wherever I go. RIP Pumpkin.

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  6. But this time, as they face permanent separation, they have a mom and dad to guide them through it! Death is a part of life, and these pet deaths, as difficult as they are, help prepare us for the family deaths that will be part of our lives later. You two are a comfort to your kids. And you model for them the faith they will need to navigate their way and the lessons that this (brief) life is the beginning of a forever.

    We had Russian Dwarf hamsters (all the rage when the girls were young) and I only found out AFTER purchasing them that 1) their life expectancy is ONE year in the wild (can be up to 2 in captivity) 2) they are difficult to sex, so if you purchase more than one you have a good chance of getting a male and female 3) they begin mating when they are 2 months old 4) in captivity females can have up to 18 litters (I kid you not) per year and 1-9 offspring in each litter. They are fertile almost immediately after giving birth. Eighteen day gestation! and 5) after you have sold the first batch of babies to the pet shop (for 50 cents each) the pet shop owner is not interested in taking the second or third or fourth litters. Needless-to-say, this mom wasn’t heartbroken when the little fellers passed away.

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  7. So sorry about you pumpkin, but still couldn’t help smiling while reading this ๐Ÿ™‚ .

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