I'm beginning to wonder if I should ever be allowed to have pets, let alone children!!! We had another disaster with our hamster. For those of you who never heard the first story...sit back and enjoy!
Two summers ago, we had friends who had loads of baby gerbils. We decided to take two and Sugar and Spice became a part of our family. We played with them regularly and they were a lot of fun. We especially liked it when they played on their wheel. One day, Owen had his sweet little friend David over. Owen decided he and David would like to watch the gerbils on the wheel, so he asked me to put it in. So, I did what every good mother would do...I said yes and proceeded to remove the top of the cage to put the wheel in. While Owen and David stood watching carefully, I shut the cage and stood back to watch the kids giggle with amazement. To my horror...I realized that something was not right! It seemed that poor little Sugar tried to go up the tube while I was closing the cage....unfortunately...it mortally wounded him. While Owen screamed and I cried, his little friend stood there with his mouth open. I quickly removed Sugar out of the cage where he took his last breath in my hand. It was the first pet death that I had to deal with as the mom. Our pets always mysteriously "ran away", except for my cat Lucky...mom was supposed to put him inside at night when I was off at my aunt's house - instead she was scraping him off of the road the next morning - NO...I'm still not over it!!! Anyways...it was quite tramautic for all of us. We burried Sugar in the back yard and Emma put a cross over his grave. We eventually got Sugar Junior...and have gotten over the death of Sugar.
Well, this morning....I was awaken by screams of Emma yelling..."Mommy, Mommy, Nutmeg is hanging and bleeding...he's dying!" Of course she had two friends spending the night and they were witnesses to all of this. Poor Nutmeg had gotten tangled up in the fuzz from his nest, jumped off of his jungle gym...and got stuck hanging there. He must have thrashed and twisted all night long trying to get loose. By the time we found him, his little foot looked like it was just hanging on. It was horrible! We got him out and wrapped him in a wash cloth and held him. We were just waiting for him to die...but that little stinker is hanging on. He's eating and drinking and gimping around on his bum leg. I called the vet...just to see what they would say. Turns out...hamsters are exotic animals (ha! ha!) and we would have to drive over an hour to pay $120 just for him to be seen. Jonathan of course said he would make him a peg leg out of a dowel rod! How kind of him.
So, we cleaned his wound up - it's not quite as bad as first thought. He must have pulled all of the fur off, so it looks horrible. We put some neosporin on his boo boo and are hoping for the best! Geez...who would have thought rodents would be so much trouble! Keep Nutmeg in your thoughts! (and keep your pets away from us! :)